I roam my gaze over the mansion's first floor, filtering through the college students' drunk skinny-dipping, cocaine inhaling, and vain fucking lives. Their jumping to the loud music is no different than a crooked version of monkeys on crack.

I've been at this party for a whole ten minutes and I still haven't spotted anything that's worthy of my attention.

And it's being held in my fucking mansion.

Well, I share it with my brother, cousin, and Jeremy, and it's all due to our leadership status in Heathens - and the amount of money our fathers pump into this college's veins.

The property might be vast and with enough rooms to start. a brothel, but it feels so small sometimes.

The whole world is.

A body clashes into mine from behind and a tattooed arm, full of skulls and ravens, snakes around my shoulder as I'm assaulted by the stench of alcohol and weed.

Nikolai.

"Yo, Killer!"

I grab my cousin's arm and throw it off without masking my reaction to the blasphemous act of touching me.

He slides beside me, leaning on the wall that's near the bar but hidden enough for me to pass under people's radars.

"Hey, motherfucker." He taps his jeans and produces a joint, then rubs it against his lips before he shoves it in his mouth and lights it. "What's with acting disgusted?"

"Why? Are you disgusting?"

"On most days. Not today." He grabs me by the shoulder again and I'm ready to break his fucking arm.

"What's the plan for tonight, Satan's heir?" Nikolai blows smoke in the direction of a girl passing by and she gives a flirty look. "What will we do for the initiation?"

"Ask Jeremy." I tilt my head in his direction. He's lounging on a sofa, two girls fighting for his attention like vapid animals.

He doesn't push them away, but he's not focused on them either.

"Let's go!" Nikolai drags me to them, and this time, I wrench myself from his grip so hard, he nearly crashes to the ground.

My cousin doesn't seem to care about that as he dives in between the two girls and they shriek with delight.