"So," Aamon's voice slices through the haze of wine. "What happened back at the dorm?" His words send a jolt through me, and my hopes of avoiding the looming conversation are dashed. He continues, "There will be consequences for the damages you caused. Especially if they decide to let you back in."
I dodge his question, choosing instead to turn the tables. "Why do you work at the university, Aamon? You clearly lack nothing, and money isn't a problem for you. So, why me? Why save me, and let me stay under your roof?"
He deftly sidesteps my counter-attack, "I asked first. Your answer, then we can discuss everything you're curious about."
"I… I don't know," I admit, faltering. "One minute, I was fine, then I was consumed with anger, a loss of control. Maybe it's because I'm nearing my twen
