HAZEL POV
The basement was silent except for my footsteps. I hugged my economics notes to my chest and kept walking, my heart pounding.
Killian was already there.
He sat low, his long legs stretched out under the table, ankles crossed. He wore a dark grey t-shirt that clung to the hard lines of his chest. Between his fingers, he casually flipped open his silver lighter. Click. Flash. Click. Flash. The brief bursts of amber light illuminated his pitch-black eyes and the sharp angle of his jaw.
"You're two minutes late, sweetpea," he murmured without looking up.
"The dormitory proctor was checking the halls," I said, my voice cold as I walked over. I dropped the stack of papers onto the table with a hard thud. "Here are the chapter analyses you demanded. Everything is annotated. We are
