I was on my way home after that exhausting, suffocating night at the club. My mind was completely fogged by what Shedrack had told me. I refused to believe a single word out of his mouth. He was a lying, manipulative bastard, and I had chosen to treat his news as nothing more than a desperate psychological trick.

The car ground to a halt inside the compound, and I stepped out, shutting the door behind me. Exhaustion dragged at my limbs like lead as I forced myself into the mansion and up toward my quarters. The main living area was dead silent and completely deserted; I assumed my half-brothers had...