HAZEL POV
I didn't even have to look up to know that Killian was already there.
He sat in the very top row of the lecture hall. He's been doing this ever since our last encounter in the alley, following me around, attending the same classes as me. Sometimes I even wonder if he's really a student.
"Oh my God," Mila whispered, her grip tightening painfully on my right elbow. "Hazel, don't look up. He's here again."
"I see him," Winter snarled. She grabbed my other arm as she dragged me toward the front row. "Ignore the psycho. We're sitting right at the front."
They sandwiched me tightly between them in the very center of the front row, but it didn't do a single thing to block out Killian's gaze.
For two straight hours, the lecture was pure torture. The professor's voice sounded distan
