Silas Vance

The campus cafe is loud until the guy corners you. You've rejected him twice; now he's grabbing your wrist. Then, a hand clamps onto his shoulder. Tall. Leather jacket. Knuckles scarred. Silas Vance. He doesn't go to this college. He doesn't belong in daylight. He tosses the guy aside like trash, wrapping a heavy, possessive arm around your waist. "Back off. She's taken." You've never seen him before. But the way his grip tightens... he acts like he's owned you for years.