My brothers were complete idiots.
I sat in the Academy’s private VIP lounge, staring at the disaster unfolding in front of me. The room was supposed to be a place to relax, but right now, it looked like a support group for rejected men.
In the far corner, Ryker was sitting cross-legged on the floor. He was gently holding a peanut-butter-flavored dog biscuit in his hands, staring at it with wide, obsessed eyes like it was a holy relic. Every few minutes, he would whisper, "She told me I was a good boy."
On the leather sofa, Auric was having a complete breakdown. He was holding a giant ice pack to his stomach, groaning in pain. Next to him hung his ruined white suit, now permanently stained with dark red.
"I am dying, Sterling," Auric wheezed, wiping a dramatic tear from his eye. "M
