36. Curves

Cam laughed, realizing who he had just saved from face-planting into the frigid snow.

With a smirk, he blocked my only path back to the dorm. Trapped, my options dwindled to scaling snow banks or retreating back to the infirmary in the dark.

"Well, well, out past curfew? In this snow? That's bold for a newbie from the South," he taunted. "Bet you were counting on your height to hide you, eh?"

Jules's warning echoed in my head, loud and clear. Give him an inch, and he'll take a mile. I had to shut this down. "Move," I snapped. "Not in the mood, Cam."

His laughter rumbled through the cold air. "Funny you think I'd listen to you."

I glanced past him, plotting my escape, and shot back, "Funny seeing you alone... Don't you need your minions flanking you to feel big?"

That hit a nerve. In an instant, he shoved me against a snow wall, lifting me off my feet. His eyes locked onto mine. "I don't need anything but a reason, little man...and those pretty green eyes are reason enough."

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