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

by Angel Lawson

Cartwright looks at me again, but this time his eyes narrow, head tilting curiously. “You look familiar. Have we met before?” “No,” I blurt, taking a step back. “I don’t think so.” “You’re probably right. I’d definitely remember a pretty little—” His eyes catch on something. My wrist cuff, I realize. Seeing it makes his lips turn up at the corners. “—Lady like you.” His attention is drawn to something over my shoulder, and I whirl around at the sound of footsteps. I’m so relieved at the sight of Marcus loping toward us down that it makes my head spin. “Your boyfriend?” “No,” I rush out, taking another step. “Just a friend.” From the look in his eyes, he already knew the answer. “Be careful with these boys,” he says softly, eyes tracking my slow retreat. “We spoil them in the football program. They’re not used to hearing the word ‘no’.” Quietly, he adds, “Payne, especially.” Marcus approaches then, nodding in greeting. “Sir.” Cartwright squares his shoulders, plastering on a big grin. “You ready for the homecoming game this weekend, son?” “Yes, sir.” Cartwright gives him a firm nod. “Good to hear. You two have a pleasant afternoon.” I don’t breathe until we’re back in the stairwell, trying to shake the tremors from my hands. I push the candy bar at Marcus. “Here, take it.” Marcus looks confused, but does as he’s asked. “You don’t want it?” I shake my head and start up the stairs. “I think I’ve lost my taste for sweets.”