Lords of Pain (Royals of Forsyth University, #1)

by Angel Lawson

She’s like sand slipping through your fingers. Water through a sieve. You can’t keep what you can never grasp.

She’s all I can think about. It feels like I’m fucking choking on her, begging for a single gulp of fresh air, but never able to find it. Everything is Story.

But now I’m thinking I wasn’t keeping as close a watch as I should have, because every guy I’ve had to hunt down had one thing in common last night: Their phones were out. Which means Killian is not only grilling the frat, but he’s also destroying any video evidence of what he made our Lady do to him. She doesn’t know it yet, but that’s as close to an apology as he’ll ever give.