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I scoffed at that. “I don’t need a protector. I can take
care of myself.”
His lips twitched. Even though his expression was hard
and serious, the humor was back in his blue eyes. “No,
you’re right. You’re the dragon.”
Ha. Very funny.
I rolled my eyes and looked around us. Most of the
students had gone home already, and I was probably two or
three of the few who took a bus, since everyone had a car
or a driver to pick them up. Perks of being rich, I guessed.
“What are you doing here?”
Maddox dragged his fingers through his hair, still short
since his last haircut. I couldn’t decide if I liked the long
hair better, but I missed his poodle hair.
“Coach needed to speak to me. I was about to leave
when I saw you walking out of the building and noticed the
tear in your skirt. Nice panties, by the way. It reminds me
of your cherry lips.”
Mental facepalm incoming: 3…2…1.
Maddox brought his hand up, his thumb brushing over
my sore lips. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
I gave him a sheepish grin. “I can tell you about the part
where I broke her nose and choked her.”
“Atta girl,” he praised out loud. “I was almost worried
you were going to tell me you didn’t fight back.”
He grabbed my water bottle from my bag, and I watched
as he wet his handkerchief. Against my nature, I stayed
silent and watched him. His eyebrows furled in
concentration, his lips in a firm, straight line, and his eyes
darkened as he studied my bruises.
Maddox pressed the wet handkerchief over my lips,
rubbing gently to clean the dried blood. I flinched but
stayed still for him. He then swiped it over my cheek, which
was almost on fire. Bethany’s ring must have caught my
skin. I let out a sigh when I realized it would be a nasty
green or purple shade tomorrow.