I couldn’t let the Crescent Prince fall apart. I just couldn’t. But don’t tell them I said that.
Even though my brain was still foggy from last night—from the kiss, from Luther—I dragged myself out of bed. My head felt like it was splitting open, and my heart?
Well, it was already broken. But I wasn’t doing this for me. Not anymore.
I was doing it for them. For the brothers. The Crescent Prince was more than a title—it was them. Luther. Colt. Blaze. Ash. They were a unit, a force, and no way in hell was I letting Luther ruin everything over whatever mess he was caught up in. I couldn’t let them break.
Not like this.
So, I pulled on my shoes, tossed my hair into a messy ponytail, and left the dorm, my body aching from exhaustion.
The early morning light wasn’t enough to wake me
