Pride (Kings of St. Bartholomew’s #2)

I’ve learned to find beauty in brutality, to take pleasure alongside pain. Power becomes an aphrodisiac. Trust becomes a weapon. Loyalty becomes a weakness.

When ancient blood feuds resurface and university politics turn deadly, I feel the foundations crumbling beneath us.

Someone is playing a long game—and I’m no longer certain where the betrayal will come from. They’re about to learn why they call me the Red Reaper. Wrath isn’t just my emotion—it’s my promise.