The Savage

I know her as the unconscious girl I found bleeding out on the locker room floor. I got her help. I saved her life. You’d think she’d be grateful. She isn’t. The next time I see her, she makes it clear she wants nothing to do with me. Too bad. I didn’t go through the trouble of saving her life just for her to throw it away all over again. ***Content Warning: If you have triggers, please review the list featured in the beginning of book.