*Kyan*
The next morning, I go to breakfast after having gotten very little sleep. Emory–er uhm, Ember–isn’t there yet, which I count as a good thing. I imagine she’s probably wandering around the castle lost somewhere, trying to find the dining room. Well, she’ll either find it or she won’t.
Mother smiles at me as I take my normal seat. “Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?” I can hear the sympathy pouring from every word, and I find it irritating. The last thing I need is for her–or anyone–to feel sorry for me for being the dumbass who didn’t realize his roommate is a dude.
“Fine,” I lie, fixing my plate. A plethora of different options cover the table. I load up on eggs, bacon, and sausage. My sisters are chomping away, none of them talking, which is weird, and Tyler looks pissed–as
