John reeled over the way Justice referred to Abigail, but he wasn’t going to allow that to stand in the way of spending more time with her before he headed to California. His quarters were always kept tidy, but it felt like he was sneaking a girl into his room back at the University of Florida. “Justice told me to take care of you tonight.” Her head was down and voice barely audible when she appeared at his door. “What’s wrong?” He gently lifted her chin. His knees went weak when he saw the purple that surrounded her left eye. It was fresh but had already begun to speckle with dark blues and hints of black. The white of her eye was full of blood and created a purplish hue when mixed with the blue of her iris. St. John brushed past her toward the door. Wrath overrode his common sense. Justice would soon pay the price of his ire. She dove for him. Her body crashed to the hardwood floor and she cried out in agony. Again, St. John found himself conflicted. He badly wanted to teach Justice a lesson but his heart demanded that he care for her.
