I woke up alone. The sun was hitting the floorboards of my dorm room, but the bed felt cold. Killian was gone. There was no note, no text, not even a lingering indentation on the pillow next to mine. He had just vanished into the night like he was never there.
"Typical," I muttered, sitting up.
My body was incredibly sore. Every muscle in my legs ached from the night before, and my skin felt sensitive where he had held me. I felt a surge of pure anger. He had barged in, demanded my attention, and then just left without a word. I hated it. I hated how they all treated me like a stop on a map rather than a person.
I dragged myself into the shower, but no matter how much soap I used, I couldn't get rid of the smell. It was deep in my body—that scent of woody cologne and smoke from his
