Chapter 8: Killian

I was seventeen the first time I saw Killian Voss. Aria and I were coming back from the lake in the summer. Two girls on bicycles, still in swimsuits, laughing. His car pulled alongside us at the crossroads. He wanted her to get in. She said no. I have replayed the next eleven minutes ten thousand times. I was fifty feet away in the ditch where he'd thrown me, with a cracked rib and blood in my mouth, and I could hear her the whole time, and I did nothing, because I was seventeen and weak...