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

by Angel Lawson

The house is quiet when I get home from practice, walking in the door to complete silence. There’s no music coming from Rath’s hovel upstairs, probably because he’s still sulking. Not a sound from Tristian, either, who’s likely shut in his room plotting some kind of twisted, fucked up revenge on our enemies. No skin off my back.