Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

didn’t want to leave. That would be a sure way never to see
him again. The ghost. Whoever he was.
But life here would be intolerable if Damon backed me
into a corner and I had to fight back. No one would be on my
side.
I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth. “Don’t bother,
Mr. Kincaid,” I muttered. “I’m leaving the school.”
“The fuck you are,” Damon growled. And then to Mr.
Kincaid, “It was just a disagreement. I’ll leave her alone. You
have my word.”
“Your word…” he mocked.
“I don’t lie,” Damon said, anger hardening his voice.
“She’ll be fine. I swear. I won’t even look at her for the rest of
the year, as long as I’m at this school and under your care. I
promise.” He evened out his tone. “The basketball team goes
on, she can stay, and we’ll pretend this never happened. Her
father doesn’t have to know.” And then to me, “Right?”
I hardened my jaw, standing there and not giving him an
ounce of my attention. Was he telling the truth? Could he stay
out of my way?
Because I was desperate to stay.
“I will leave her alone,” Damon reiterated again when the
dean remained silent.
“Sir,” a woman called behind us.
“Don’t move,” Kincaid told us, and I heard him walk past
us and step onto the stones of the main office. The door stayed
open, and I could hear voices out there.
And then I felt him next to me, his warm breath just above
my ear.
“Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, Winter Ashby, because
we’re not done,” Damon warned in a low voice that snaked
through my ear, taunting me. “GGrow up, learn things, and have
fun in high school, but don’t change the little girl who loves it
‘in the black’, because I like you there, too. And I will be back
for what’s mine when you’re old enough for bigger things.”