FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER.

Kasey's POVI met Leo McIver when I was five. Fell in love with him when I was ten. And at thirteen, I decided I was going to marry him.The problem was, he never looked at me that way.I had loved him for years, quietly, hopelessly, from the edges of his world. But he never noticed me. He moved through life like I was just another shadow, another background detail in a world built for him.And trust me, I tried everything. Being near him, laughing with his friends, sitting within his orbit at every club event—I was always there. I even tried the desperate move of pretending I didn’t care, ignoring him for weeks until the sheer silence felt like screaming. I told myself he’d notice eventually. That one day, he’d stop seeing me as Kasey, the Vice President’s quiet daughter and actually see me.​But he never did. He just kept living his life, and in his life, I was invisible.Now, at twenty-one, I was still staring at him through a screen like some obsessed idiot. He was shirtless in

Landon’s voice brought me back, his focus entirely on me again. "Well? Cat got your tongue, Trouble? Or are you just happy to see me?" I tried to act unfazed. "Yeah, well, Tess and Maeve dragged me here. Didn’t wanna come." I answered his previous question as I stepped closer, taking in his towering presence and inhaling that familiar unique scent that always made me feel strangely safe. "Mhmm." He raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you came to cheer for me." I laughed, shaking my head. "You’re not the one getting initiated, Reaper." "Still. I look damn good in firelight, don’t I?" he quipped, turning his shoulder so the club patch caught the glow. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. "You’re insufferable." He took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "There it is. The smile I came for." Before I could respond, someone called his name from across the courtyard, waving him over. Landon hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly toward Leo who was now

Kasey’s POV ​The lecture hall air was thick and stagnant, heavy with the weight of old textbooks and the dull metallic tang of the ventilation system. Professor Dhalia’s voice droned on from the front of the room, a low hum that almost merged with the sound of pages turning, pens scratching, and the occasional stifled yawn. Something about neurobiology and behavioral responses to stimuli — though honestly, all the stimuli in the world couldn’t make me care right now.I stared blankly at my open notebook, my pen hovering over a line that had stopped halfway through a sentence fifteen minutes ago. Instead of neurons and receptors, all I could see was Leo, the way his hands had framed that blonde’s face last night, the way his head had dipped lower, his mouth finding hers like it was the easiest thing in the world.Like it wasn’t supposed to be me.My chest ached with a quiet, humiliating pulse that I’d tried to suffocate with the logic that he wasn’t mine. Yet. But logic had a cruel w

​I hadn’t seen Leo since that disastrous night at the Blood Oath party.At least not in person.But that didn’t mean I hadn’t been keeping tabs on him. His socials had become my morning devotion, afternoon check-in, and bedtime ritual. I knew the exact number of hours that had passed since he’d last posted, the subtle change in his jacket, and the new pair of sunglasses he wore in his last post.And every single time, she was there with him. I’d done my research, which basically meant I’d stalked the ever-loving shit out of her profile until I could recite her life like a damn résumé. I knew every caption, every filter, every stupid little heart emoji she left under his posts. I knew her favorite coffee shop—some overpriced, hipster place in the East Division that charged extra for breathing. I knew her major was Art History, and the sickening fact that she owned a small, fluffy dog.I knew everything I needed to know about her, yet I couldn't stop looking.​She wasn't from the Iron

Kasey's POVIt had been barely twenty-four hours since I’d last seen Landon, but my nerves were still throwing a damn rave. Ever since I’d said yes to his ridiculous offer, I’d been jumpy enough to startle at my own reflection. Every sound, every knock, every buzz from my phone had my heart doing parkour in my chest.I’d been trying to distract myself as I waited for 6 p.m.; the start of our so-called lessons. Thirty more minutes. Thirty painfully slow, anxiety-filled minutes.I’d cleaned the dorm, rebraided my hair twice, and even considered reorganizing Tess’s makeup drawer. Nothing helped. My brain was already making up scenes of what was going to happen later when I saw Landon.The sharp buzz of the dorm’s intercom cut through the music, making me jump."Are you expecting someone?" Tess asked, already rolling off the bed to look out the window.I wasn’t. At least, I didn’t think I was. But my stomach flipped anyway. It’s him. The thought was ridiculous. Insane. But the prickle cr