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

by Angel Lawson

“Tradition dictates we all leave our petty drama outside the carnival. If your houses are having a spat, that’s fine. But it stays out of these boundaries.” She traces the line of the property Daniel had given us permission to use. “We do this to release some good into this world, and it can’t be tainted by your rivalries or battle strategies.” She cuts her eyes at Sutton. “Not everyone knows how to play by the rules.” Sutton gives her an innocent look. “It’s not the Counts’ fault the Princes laced the brownies with pot and get everyone high.” “Yeah, like we’re really going to believe that,” Bianca replies bitterly. “Only one house has a penchant for drugging people, and it isn’t the Princes.” There’s clearly an old wound there, Bianca’s jaw going taut at the topic. “Well,” Sutton says airily, “no one can prove it.” Autumn bristles at the accusation. “You realize some of those were sold to children, right? The Princes would never drug people, especially not kids.” She looks at the Baroness and then at me. “Probably the Lords.” “What?” I say, caught off guard.