Chapter 6

Meanwhile, Brandon was like a strict guard planted right in the center of the dorm, his aura heavy and intimidating, looking unapproachable. Still, he kept sneaking glances over at us.

I finished the last spoonful of oatmeal, set the bowl aside, and cleared my throat.

Elliot and Brandon instantly froze, both snapping their heads toward me with dead serious faces. It was like they were on trial, waiting for the verdict.

"I ask, you answer," I said, crossing my legs and going full interrogator.

They both nodded frantically.

"Elliot," I said, locking eyes with the main culprit, "when did you…