Princes of Legacy (Royals of Forsyth University, #9)

by Angel Lawson

“Gun to your head, which would you choose?” “Can you just pull the trigger?”

LMFAOOOO Wick is too much 😭😂😂😂

On one side of the street is a long row of handcuffed DKS. On the other is a line of PNZ. As soon as the gurney emerges through the doors, all of them turn to look our way, a sea of hopeful, nervous faces. But then Justice releases another one of those squawking, raspy cries, and the crowd erupts as one.

This whole entire scene made me so emotional. I love thissssss

But then Justice’s eyes flutter open, blue meeting blue, and Wicker looks gutted. “So, you’re what all the fuss is about, huh?” His whisper is light but strained with emotion, and when he ducks down to gently brush his lips over Justice’s forehead, Verity, Pace, and I share a long look, understanding the gravity of the moment.

AHHHHHHHHHH. 🥹

Nestled against his other ink, a small crown is visible beneath the translucent bandage. In a looping script, the initials J.J. interlock. “For my nephew.”

I love this 😭