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

by Angel Lawson

“Considering you’re not wearing the Princes’ ring yet, maybe you should focus more on your house and less on everyone else’s.” “I’ve got that ring in the bag, Duchess.” Autumn’s eyes narrow, staring her down. “There’s still time. Like today, for instance. I’m so fucking fertile that he could—” Her smirk falls when she looks at her watch. “Shit. Speaking of, I need to go soon if I want to catch my window.” In a flurry of movement, she starts haphazardly shoving her things into her bag, eyes wide and panicked. “We were done anyway,” Bianca says, rolling her eyes as Autumn rushes from the room. “God, can you imagine being a Princess?” “I don’t know,” Marigold says, placing her notebook in her bag. “If she pulls it off, she’s basically set for life. Being Baroness is awesome, but I’m pretty sure once we graduate, they won’t want anything to do with me.” She looks glum as she says it, and it makes me wonder what the Barons are like. Are they nice, like the Princes are rumored to be? There are a few looks as they stand, and I try to figure out what’s happening. The Baroness wants to keep her Barons? The Princess is fertile? Daniel is a King? What does that mean? King of what? Marcus’ voice comes floating back to me from the other day. “Everything.”