#Chapter 92: The State Of You

One morning, I’m walking through the common room, when Zavros catches my arm and forces me to sit on the couch. It feels like an intervention, with me sitting, and the four brothers hovering over me, glaring down.

Kavros is holding Lyra. She claps as she looks at me, so at least someone is happy to see me.

“What’s all this about?” I ask.

Zavros frowns the deepest. “The state of you.”

I glance down