Hazel POV
The moment his cold, raspy voice cut through the air, my legs finally moved.
I lunged forward and grabbed Winter's wrist. Her arm was stiff beneath my fingers, her chest rising and falling with anger as she stared straight into Killian's cold eyes.
"Winter, stop," I pleaded, my voice a desperate whisper. "We're leaving. Right now."
"He doesn't get to talk to people like this, Hazel," Winter hissed. She tried to yank her arm out of my grip, her eyes never leaving Killian’s face. "He thinks he's a god on this campus. He needs to know he isn't."
Killian didn't break his stare. His eyes remained fixed completely on me, He didn't move an inch to stop us, but his shadow felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders.
"Please," I choked out, using every ounce of my stre
