Princes of Chaos (Royals of Forsyth University, #7)

by Angel Lawson

“Lex.” Stumbling to my feet, I grab his arm. “How is she?” Not Wicker. Not the Princess. The bird. I know how that seems. Like, logically, I know, but…

let him guide me, allowing him to assume he has the power he so desperately needs to feel. Because I know the truth.

“If you’re wondering how it feels to have my friends and family see me so degraded–so fucking humiliated and broken?” I smile as his eyes turn to dark vacancy, the first strike of the whip resounding around the room. “It’s a little like this.”