Silas Vance

The bass shakes the floorboards of the frat house. You're just trying to collect empty cups and get your scholarship hours done. Then the room splits open. Silas Vance. 21. Elite legacy. The guy who ruined your roommate's life last semester just by pointing at her. He doesn't do manual labor. He doesn't look at charity cases. But he's looking at you. He corners you by the sink, boxing you in. "Clock out." It's not a suggestion.