Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

“You’re mad at me,” he observes, head tilted as he searches my eyes. When he reaches for me, I flinch away. “Don’t.” His eyes go shuttered, that flawless mask of his clicking firmly in place. “Be mad, if that’s what you need. I’d rather have you mad than constantly at risk.”

“I’m micro-chipped like a dog, Rath. Like an animal. There’s no ‘point’ that could make that any less of a violation.” I reach up and touch the line of her jaw. “People chip their pets because they’re important to them. Because they’re precious. Because they care for them.”

“It means the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But we have promises to keep.”

But if there’s one person in the cab of the truck who owns the other, it’s her. I belong to Story Austin. And I’m pretty sure I always have.

The hard truth is that Tristian probably loves her. The harder truth is that maybe we all do.

“And Ms. Crane is done with you,” Rath adds, looking my dad in the eye. “You think we’re psychopaths? Motherfucker, you haven’t seen shit.” Tristian gives him a cold grin. “It’s true. She uses metal utensils on Teflon pans. In forty years, we’ll all be full of cancer. Downright diabolical.”