I jolted awake as someone shook me hard. Blinking several times to clear the fog, I realized Cole was standing over me, hands gripping my shoulders like I was a stubborn mule.
"Wake up."
"I'm up," I snapped, pushing his hands away. "You're not my alarm clock, idiot."
Cole crouched down, his face serious. "How are you feeling?"
"Still breathing," I muttered, the memories from last night flashing like a bad movie.
He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. "Look, Andrew didn't mean to do this. He was upset about... well..."
"What?" I cut him off, my brow knitting in confusion.
Cole frowned, eyes closing briefly as he cursed under his breath. "Wait... you don't know the truth?"
"Enlighten me," I said, narrowing my eyes.
"Manakel, punishment for fights? It's never the dungeon. I
