Zyron's POV
The next day — Austen University Cafeteria
"Bud, are you even listening to me?"
I turned my head toward the voice.
It was Ryker.
I blinked. My thoughts had been elsewhere — again. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
He sighed. "I said, we have a mountain of lessons to catch up on since we've been gone for almost eight weeks. Good thing Mrs. Johnson talked to our professors. We just need to focus on making up for the missed topics now."
I nodded absently.
Ryker frowned. "You keep nodding, but I'm not sure your brain's even here."
Before I could reply, a few students sitting nearby suddenly squealed.
"Oh my God, it's Prince Timothy and Prince Tristan!"
"Look at them — they're so handsome!"
Ryker and I exchanged a glance just as Timothy and Tristan stopped in front of our table.
"Mind if we sit here?" Timothy asked politely.
"Yeah, sure, bud," Ryker said with an easy grin.
