Keira
Ryder arrived at my dorm before I'd even finished giving my statement to campus police, breathless, still in his practice gear, pushing past the officer at the door with an urgency that made my chest tighten the second I saw him.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, crossing the room in three strides, hands framing my face like he needed physical proof I was still there, still whole.
"I'm okay. He didn't get inside. Security caught it on camera before it went any further."
"I saw the note." His jaw was tight, fury and fear tangled together behind his eyes. "Keira, this isn't paparazzi behavior anymore. This is someone who thinks he's owed something."
I nodded, the adrenaline of the past hour finally starting to wear off, leaving something colder and more frightened underneath. I'd given my
