Windsor's POV
I stormed out of the classroom, my hand still tingling from where Zion had grabbed my wrist.
*Don't touch me. Ever.*
The words echoed in my head as I pushed through the hallway. Students moved aside, probably sensing my mood. Good. I needed space.
The restroom door slammed behind me harder than I intended. I gripped the sink edge, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright with anger and something else I didn't want to name.
How dare he dismiss me like that? Like I was nothing. Like I didn't even deserve to be heard.
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was to give anyone more ammunition against me. Bad enough that the entire class had witnessed my humiliation.
