LOGINDawn’s Point of ViewHe thinks I am following him. The fuck?I can’t believe he just asked me that. I open my bag. Pull out the damn thing, and I shove the application form into his hands, hard enough that I hear him wince.“I applied months ago,“ I say, my voice coming out sharper than I planned. “Before any of this. Before I even fucked you.“He looks down at it, and I watch the realization move slowly across his face, the frown easing into something closer to understanding, and I take it back from him before he can say anything that will make this worse.“I needed the job,“ I say, keeping my voice calm. I hate explaining myself, but I won’t let him think I’m one of his puck bunnies. “I was as shocked as you when Professor Miraj told me there was an opening. Nobody is following you, Killian. I have an entire life that doesn’t orbit around you, believe it or not.“He opens his mouth to respond.“I am not one of your puck bunnies,“ I cut in before he can. “I know exactly what this is.
Killian’s Point of ViewI love her waking up in my bed. But also, I love watching her trying to pretend we are not together when half of the fucking school knows who she is to me now.I am walking back into the building for class when I spot Ellie across the courtyard, beaming at me as if we are fucking friends. What the hell is she doing here this early?I am about to walk past her when she sees me and changes direction, heading straight for me. Devon and Andrea are already flanking me, Devon muttering under his breath about what she could want this time.“Hell, if I know.“ I shrug, pulling my bag over my shoulder.She stops in front of me, and before I can tell her again that we have nothing to discuss, she gets there first.“Good, I caught you. I wanted to talk before you went in,“ she beams with a smile, glancing at Devon and Andrea.“What do you want, Ellie?“ I try to keep my voice calm because there’s something about her that just rubs me the wrong way since that night I found h
Dawn’s point of viewI wake up in Damian’s bed; it’s soft and smells like him.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body unable to move. There’s a tightness settling into my chest even as I think of what happened last time.I hear him in the bathroom, the water running, and I close my eyes and stay perfectly still. I slept in his bed and didn’t try to touch me.The water shuts off. His footsteps cross the room; there’s some noise as if his looking for something, then he stops.I feel him standing there, closer than before, and the silence stretches long enough that my pulse picks up despite myself. Then I hear him exhaling.“What the hell are you doing, Kill?“He mumbles, and then his footsteps move away, and the door clicks shut behind him.I lie there with my eyes still closed, turning the question over. What did he mean by that?When he comes back a few minutes later, he taps my shoulder gently, and I let myself stir, blinking up at him as if I am only just wa
Killian Point of ViewDamian had his hands on her. He had his fucking hands on what’s mine.He touched what is mine, and I can’t get the image out of my head. His hands on her arm, his face close to hers, and how he almost reached for her.“Kill.”“Why the hell was he touching you?” I ask, my voice dangerously low.“He wasn’t touching me,“ she says, reading my expression. “Not really. He grabbed my arm. That is all it was.““It didn’t look that way from where I was standing,“ I growl.She shakes her head, then wants to walk away from me.“Dawn.”“Killian.“ She stops on the pavement and turns to face me, eyes sharp despite the tears still drying on her face. “What did your mother mean? Not again. Again, like what?““You are avoiding my question,“ I say, even though I’m doing the same thing, but I want to know why the fuck she was so angry with him.“I am not avoiding anything. You are the one avoiding telling me the truth.“ Yep. She got me there, but I will do everything to avoid answe
Dawn’s Point of ViewI am running as fast as I can once the car comes to a stop in front of the mansion.I go through the foyer, then up the stairs. LJ is behind me, calling my name, and all I can think is that something happened to her, that she is hurt. Mrs. Larsen has been a mother to me ever since I met her.Unlike my mother, she was always there, treating me like her daughter. So, if something happened to her, I can’t—no. She’s fine.I know how bad her lupus is, and on bad days, I had to stay with Damian and take care of her.I round the corner, ready to go to her room, but stop because Mrs. Larsen is standing in the hallway, looking healthier than the last time I saw her, a cup of tea in her hand and a warm expression on her face that shifts into surprise when she sees me skidding to a halt in front of her.“Mama?”My voice comes out small and cracked, and she smiles at me, the smile she has had since I was twelve years old and showing up at this house because mine didn’t always
Dawn’s Point of View“He did what?” LJ gasps, her eyes widening.She sits up, her expression shifts from bubbly LJ to pissed LJ. I love her for it, even as I leave out the part about my elbow and the bookcase.Killian’s face changed when I winced, something cold and dark in his eyes before I talked him down and asked him to take me home.He was ready to go after Damian, but when he saw all I wanted was to come home, he changed his mind.“Fucking Damian,” she says, shaking her head, getting off the bed, and pacing in front of me.Oh God, I love her.“I know.”“I should—”“LJ,” I warn.“I am just saying. The options are there.”I smile despite being angry at Damian, and she sees it and points at me like she has caught me doing something.“You smiled. You are okay. Good.” She settles back against her pillow, pointing a finger at me. “Now tell me everything else and don’t leave anything out.”So, we talk. She tells me about her date, about Niall and Jordan and the chaos of dating two peop
Damian’s Point of ViewI never thought I would see the day Dawn looked at me like I was a monster. For as long as I can remember, she has looked at me as if I hung the stars for her.It was as if I were the safest place in every room, the way her eyes would always search for me whenever she walked
Dawn’s Point of View“Let go of me, Killian.”He does not let go.I try to yank my arm free, but he pulls me closer instead, and I am forced to tilt my head back just to look at him.“Please, Kill. I didn’t...” I start, but he presses a single finger to my lips, and my heart does something it has n
Dawn’s Point of View“Damian?”His name comes out small, and I hate myself for it. Hate myself for loving him like this.“Shit. Dawn.” He pulls away from Bree, and I do not miss the smile that spreads across her face. Like she just won something. Her green eyes spark with it, her perfectly shaped
Dawn's Point of ViewI have made plenty of bad decisions in my life. Getting wasted the night before an exam. Skipping class to get high because my best friend Damian asked me to. Poor choices, all of them, but ones with which I could live.Coming to this party, though, is the second-worst decision







