VANCE'S POV
I heard about the courtyard before Roman even bothered washing the blood off his hands.
News like that didn't stay quiet for long, not on a campus where every wolf with a working nose could smell exactly what had happened the moment they walked within fifty feet of the east courtyard. Two rogues, torn apart. My brother, the one who didn't so much as raise his voice unless absolutely necessary, had gone feral in broad daylight.
Over her.
I found that more amusing than I probably should have.
I tracked him down in his office an hour later, still in his bloodstained shirt, staring at nothing in particular with the kind of haunted expression he usually reserved for the anniversary of Mara's death. I leaned against his doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just l
