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“Looks like someone didn't get a chew toy for breakfast,” my brother said provocatively.

Nash came to a stop. Right in front of me.

Well done, Miles. Very well done.

Glad that I was standing between Nash and Miles, I looked over my shoulder at my brother with a warning glance, but it didn't seem to change anything about his death-wish.

“I never thought you could have so much fun at Vanderwood,” Miles said playfully, looking from Nash to Emely. “Especially with the Copelands.”

Emely's face drained of color.

Nash stepped closer and clenched his hands into fists.

I stood up and gave him a warning look.

Nash's deep blue eyes glinted. His dark blond hair hung messily over his forehead. Despite the winter, he still had that bronzed, sun-kissed complexion. And for a moment, I understood how Mady could ever have fallen for him.

I felt Miles rise behind me.

Nash looked past me.

“You're lucky, DeLoughrey, that Wheeler didn't tear you to pieces,” Nash growled at him as if I were air.

Emely cleared her throat. “Come on, Nash. The lecture is about to start.”

Nash ignored his sister, who sighed almost inaudibly and obviously avoided our gaze before turning away.

“Follow me, guys,” she said and continued down the stairs. When no one followed her, she turned around and looked at the other Senseque members expectantly. “Now!”

Nash's men immediately started moving, but Nash remained in front of us, glaring at Miles as if he wanted him dead.

“Emy will destroy you in the election campaign, and then your dirty grin will finally disappear,” he murmured darkly.

Then, without further hesitation, he turned away from us and strode down the stairs.

Emely was the only one still standing in front of the row of seats where the young men had seated themselves, watching us as if she wanted to be ready in case Nash changed his mind, turned around, and attacked Miles.

Students who had already pulled out their phones, probably expecting the fight of the month, turned back to their seatmates.

“Don't tell me you still haven't signed out of that ridiculous election list,” Adrian murmured darkly, and I looked at him.

“At first, it was all just fun,” Miles said, sinking back into his seat and reaching for his tablet. “But since I found out how crazy it drives the dogs, I've kind of grown to like it.”

I shook my head.

“Damn it, Miles,” Adrian exclaimed, massaging his left temple.

I already felt sorry for Emely if she was going to have to deal with my brother. Though I didn’t know if he would play fair, he would undoubtedly drive her nuts.

I remembered Miles' words that Emely was only participating in the election campaigns to get rid of the Ruisangors. To get rid of us.

My gaze automatically wandered back to the Copelands, who were already laughing exuberantly about something again. Only Emely looked at us, then quickly turned back to the front.

Did she still hate us? After all, she was helping us find out information about our families.

“I told you to stay away from the Copelands,” Adrian continued, and I glanced at the two of them, wondering why Adrian was so talkative today. Usually, he was silent and just gave people grim looks.

“Adrian,” Miles sighed, obviously feigning frustration. “When are you finally going to bury the square in you in our family crypt?”