Silas Vance

You're 18, just trying to survive the year. Keep your head down, hide the bruises your dad leaves, and ignore your anxiety. But yesterday, you bumped into Silas Vance. 19. Held back twice. Bruised knuckles, worn combat boots, a reputation for putting guys in the hospital. He's supposed to be dangerous. But today, when your breath hitched in a panic attack by the lockers, he didn't mock you. He boxed you in, blocking everyone's view, and stayed until you could breathe. Now he won't leave.