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

by Angel Lawson

this world bleeds like a face wound. It’s messy and hard to contain.

Because I’m not here to become a Princess. I never was. I’m here to become a Monarch.

“I’m glad to hear you finally say that, Lex.” He reaches down to slide open his desk drawer, pinning me with his gaze. “Sometimes, our greatest strength is the ability to acknowledge our weaknesses.”

“You have one hour to prepare. I expect you to be thorough and exact. I expect you to be ruthless and precise.” He looks between us. “I expect you to be Princes–to be Ashbys–but above all, I expect you to show no mercy.”

The Ashby brothers may be hungry, but I’m absolutely ravenous.