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

by Angel Lawson

The urge to say something back is strange and new. I feel it in my chest, not in my head, and I guess that’s why I can’t get the words to form on my tongue, too foreign and mystifying to give shape to. She lifts her head, and our faces are so close, her breath fanning over me, that I can see every speck of color in her eyes. Brushing a piece of wet hair off her cheek, I find that I don’t even need to try. The words come unbidden, without effort or thought. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her breath stalls and maybe mine does, too. But even though I should take the words back, shove them deep inside and never let them see the light of day, I find I don’t want to. I’ve made her declare herself to me, give me her everything, and I’ve taken every piece for my own. 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.

He cups the back of my head in a wide palm, stroking my hair as he quietly speaks. “I’m about to give you some hard truth, Story. You might not want to be part of us, but deep down, that’s exactly what you are. Whatever gives that instinct to kill for someone? It’s not something you can shake off. If it were, then Killer would have done it years ago.” I can hear him swallow beneath my ear, voice dropping to a whisper, soft like a secret. “And I’d be doing it right now.”

Breathless, he bites out, “Whoever sent Nick to kill you should have done a better job.” “Whoever sent Nick to kill me better get the fuck out of Forsyth, because it’s not just me they’re going to have to deal with.” I wipe my forehead, and blood smears across the back of my palm. “They’re going to have to deal with all of us; three psychopathic Lords and one seriously conniving Lady.”