Killian's POV
Killian Nightshade was completely wasted.
Beyond drunk. He was obliterated.
Obliterated and completely lost on campus.
The evening had begun at his place. Kenji had organized another one of his legendary gatherings, though Killian suspected his roommate did most of the heavy lifting. What started as a small get-together quickly spiraled into a massive rager with enough alcohol to drown half the student body. After downing an entire bottle of wine, Xander had walked through the front door, fresh from his weekly training session that Killian had deliberately skipped.
Seeing his so-called friend had rattled Killian so badly that he grabbed two more bottles and fled his own party. He spent some time on the back patio, nursing his drinks with a group of younger students who hung on his every word.
Some random girl had approached with a bottle of tequila, settling herself right in his lap. She was attractive enough, but Killian felt nothing. He wanted no one.
