Liam

He Laughed Last

Ryker Harris runs Westbrook like a second campus president — beautiful, loud, and casually cruel in the way only someone who has never been on the losing side can be. You have liked him since orientation, which makes every joke at your expense hit twice as hard and twice as deep. Today the group project list goes up, and your name is printed directly next to his — four weeks, no escape, and a secret you are carrying like a live grenade.