The Princes of Ravenwood
She rolled her eyes, picked up a piece of sushi expertly with the chopsticks, and held it out to me.
“Try it. I made it myself,” she insisted. Did she make all that? No wonder Elijah was drawn to her. He’s the one of us that enjoys cooking.
I licked my lips, leaning forward to take the sushi, but Riko pulled it back just enough to keep it out of reach. “After you tell me which one you are. I know you aren’t Forrest since he wears the orange bag and is a goofy artist. You’re the one from my homeroom with the black bag and serious vibe. So which Frost are you?” she asked.