Lords of Mercy (Royals of Forsyth University, #3)

by Angel Lawson

Killian still wants in, Tristian still wants to watch, and Dimitri still wants to manipulate.

“You want to know how to ‘wear her down’? Here’s the secret, you flaccid sack of meat. You don’t. If you really cared about that girl, you’d try building her up for once. You think this is a game to her because that’s how you and your rich pals work. She’s not playing a game. She’s trying to find one fucking crumb of something genuine from a bunch of boys who make it their business to be anything but.”

“You won’t let me take care of you, even though you don’t take care of yourself. You don’t ask for help. You’re stubborn and impulsive. It makes me want to lock you inside your goddamn room and never let you out.”

Love doesn’t just give you something to lose. It makes you stronger because it gives you something to fight for.

A bitch who can bite back. A muse who can inspire a symphony with nothing more than a sleepy morning sigh and the serpentine curl of her naked body. A runaway who always returns. A woman who can face us down while getting on her knees for us. An actual fucking Queen.

“You’re going to have a lot of fuck-ups in life, girl. No point in taking on someone else’s.”

But even though we’re bound by the blood of pain and the scars of wrath, we’re also bound by the grace of mercy.

Over the years, we’ve weaved together the pain of love, the wrath of loss, and the mercy of forgiveness. This is what it means to love something more than yourself, and this is what we’ve created with it. Our own little Kingdom.