Dukes of Madness (Royals of Forsyth University, #5)

by Angel Lawson

“It means that we need to project a united front, but as far as everyone in this room is concerned, the Duchess only has two Dukes.”

I only let my touch linger for a second, thinking that being shot wouldn’t be so terrible if she were the one pulling the trigger.

My girl is a fucking sadist. Into the suffocating darkness of my cage, I grin.

“Who do you think brought you books, Lavinia?”

“Maybe I’m teaching you how to take a fucking order,” he says, eyes narrowed. “Or have you gotten so comfortable around here that you’ve forgotten who your Dukes are? Hit me, Duchess.”

Rawrrrrrrrr, Sy! Yes, Sy!

“Know what I think is funny?” I ask, offering a cutting smile. “The fact that men fail at fatherhood on such a statistically massive scale that there’s an actual term for it, but somehow it’s used to insult women.”

twenty-year-old

Shes 21

“but don’t you think for a minute that I don’t.”

“Don’t let me out until you stop hating me.” Enjoy eternity, I guess.

“I know my love isn’t worth anything to you, Lavinia.” His other hand brushes mine where it hangs, limp at my side. “But maybe theirs will be.”

Ohhhhh fuck me. My hearrt.

“She wants me,” he says, thumb brushing the wet skin beneath my eye, “But she needs you.” He swings his gaze to Sy, jerking his head in invitation.

If I’m going to be anyone’s weapon, then I’m going to be hers.

“Well, calling him a blood-thirsty lunatic would be an insult to my house, so let’s just say he wasn’t fit for the Royalty.

It’s as essential as the star on her hip, proof for tomorrow that this was real, that it happened. Maybe I’ll even find myself counting the broken capillaries like a goddamn headcase.