Fortunately, the punch hadn't been hard enough to knock out a tooth—like it had with Nate—but it had split his brother's lower lip. The man ran his tongue over the blood, then looked back at Easton with the same infuriating smile.
I knew it.
This was Benson Presley, the acting principal of the university.
It had been surprisingly difficult to recognize him. Without his tailored suits and rectangular glasses, he looked completely different.
"Miss Donovan," Benson said, clearing his throat as he instinctively slipped back into his professional demeanor. "I didn't realize... I thought... I'd heard the two of you had broken up."
I fought back a laugh.
So this was what the principal was like outside of school. I never would have guessed.
"Actually, we didn't—"
I started to explain, but
