KILLIAN POV
I never should have driven away from her.
Driving around for hours did nothing to quiet the noise in my head. The mention of my father's name still burned in my chest, and I couldn't stop thinking about Hazel's soft fingers on my bruised knuckles. In the end, I gave up.
I was going back to her.
I wanted to crawl into her bed, pull her against my chest, and keep her exactly where she belonged.
But as I killed the engine near the dorm, I watched Hazel step outside with her friend beside her. She wasn't wearing her oversized sweater tonight. Instead, she wore a fitted green shirt that hugged her waist.
Something dark and possessive twisted hard in my chest.
Where the hell does she think she's going?
I didn't blink as Mila grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the outer pat
