Colt's POV
When I finally got Amanda into her dorm, her body was a wreck—shaking uncontrollably, eyes glazed over with the distant look of someone who’d been through a storm. I had to force my way through the crowd, my glare and sharp words scattering them like cockroaches. I didn’t care what they thought; they couldn’t help her. Only I could.
The door slammed shut behind me with a finality that felt almost too heavy. I pushed her onto the couch with more force than necessary, the springs creaking under her weight. She was a mess—her whole body sagged, and she looked like she’d been torn apart and stitched back together. I threw a blanket over her, my movements rough, my hands trembling. Anger roiled inside me, a violent storm that I couldn’t quite control.
“Thank you,” she murmured, h
