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

by Angel Lawson

I stare up at the house, but I’m frozen. “What the fuck, Story?” “I, um,” I look up at the bedrooms on the second floor with their soft light filtering through the curtains. There are no similarities between this place and the hotels, but I feel an uneasy prickle of apprehension–one I haven’t felt in years. “I…” He makes an annoyed rolling motion with his hand. “Spit it out, woman.” I take a deep breath. “I haven’t been somewhere like this since I was a kid, back when my mother was…uh, you know.” He stares at me for a long, hard moment. “A hooker.” He’s well aware of my mother’s profession before she leveled up and married his dad. It’s one of the primary reasons he hates us. Now, he’s giving me a long, pinched look. “Your mother took you with her when she worked?” “Sometimes,” I say, back ramrod straight at the memories. “She mostly worked at hotels. If it was a nice place, I’d wait in the hotel restaurant or lobby. If it wasn’t, I’d hide in the bathroom while—”