KILLIAN POV
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. My knuckles were swollen into an ugly mess. I didn't care about the physical ache. The only thing that mattered was the bastard's shattered jaw and broken bones.
I walked into my bedroom, grabbed a clean black t-shirt, and tossed a small plastic first aid kit box into my leather gym bag. I pulled the keys to my sports car off the dresser and headed out.
I pulled out of the driveway, then texted my little firecracker.
Killian: Meet me outside campus. Wear something nice for me, baby.
I hit send, tossed the device onto the passenger seat, and drove off.
I knew she would show up. Hazel was already standing there. She looked at the sleek sports car with a cautious glare. She hesitated for two seconds before she walked over, popped the
