Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I turned my face away, breathing harder.
“And be good,” he told me. “If I hear anyone touched you,
I will crack his fucking skull.”
My mouth went dry, my stomach rolling as the voices
outside grew closer, and then his heat was gone as he put
space between us and Kincaid walked back into the room.
Damn him.
The meeting ended, Kincaid doling out harsh words for
Damon but accepting his terms and promising to hold him to
it. The dean didn’t trust him or like him, but the politics of
Thunder Bay society would win over a man who feared for his
job and position. He was an educator second and an employee
of every parent in this town first.
Someone from the office got me and guided me to my next
class, everyone now back inside after the false alarm, and as I
walked out of the main office, turning right as Damon went
left, I wondered how long I had and how many notches up he
would take his behavior when we met again.
Because it wasn’t over.
He was just waiting.