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.”

“People chip their pets because they’re important to them. Because they’re precious. Because they care for them.”

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.

“Go ahead. It’ll be the only ‘D’ you’ll ever give me.”

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