Miles-
Three grown-ass guys chasing a girl around campus like psychos. The moment they spot me, two of them do a full 360 and walk off, but the blonde one lingers, glaring at Freya.
I glance down at her, of course she’s glaring right back, flipping him off for good measure.
“What a loser creep,” she snarls as the blonde finally nods and walks away.
“Did he touch you?” I ask, brow lifted. She’s in my arms, which should feel more awkward than it does, and I give her a quick once-over. Aside from the usual fading bruise from two weeks ago, she looks the same as this morning. Just as infuriating.
“I’m fine,” she snaps, shoving my arms away and spinning on me. Her hazel eyes flash with malice. “Don’t get a big head just because you happened to help me. It could’ve been anyone.”
“Who?” I s
