Windsor's POV
The expletive that flew from Pauline's mouth the moment we stepped through our dormitory entrance barely registered. My thoughts remained tangled up in what had transpired in the communal showers. The memory clung to me like steam on a mirror, refusing to dissipate.
Arnold's expression haunted me most of all.
Something about his eyes had looked broken.
"Arnold, don't you dare ignore me!" Briana's sharp voice cut through my distraction like a blade.
My blood turned to ice. Standing directly in our path was the same guy from the showers, flanked by Briana and two intimidating men whose bulk suggested they weren't here for pleasant conversation.
"You're a full month behind," Briana snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Our budget is stretched paper-thin as it is. I don't enjoy playing the villain here, but we need that payment. Either you settle up or we hand your room to someone who can actually afford it."
