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

by Angel Lawson

Pressing my palm to her back, I inhale the scent of her hair. Softly, I answer, “I’d fucking kill them.” She nuzzles her cheek into my shoulder. “Okay.” Okay. It gives me an uneasy feeling, like I’ve just signed a contract I don’t know the terms to. It’s just so hard to care when she’s falling asleep against me, not flinching away at my touch. 7

“It means the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But we have promises to keep.” Exhaling, I open my eyes to meet her stunned gaze.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

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.

“Everything you hate about yourself could be loved. They’re the best part about you. Your mind is beautiful, Dimitri.”

“Yeah,” she says slowly, eyes roaming to Killian. “Daniel and Ted. Weird.”