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    clothes that made him seem like a young teenager.
    But that aside, it was obvious that he was completely ripped. A fact she knew firsthand
    since she'd seen him without those shirts on. There was also a dangerous confidence about
    him that said he was a lot older than he appeared at first glance.
    He kept one arm behind him as he moved to stand just before her. She shivered at his
    commanding presence. He was so much taller than her, and those eyes…
    There were times when they didn't seem quite human.
    "Should you be upright?" she asked.
    He shrugged with a nonchalance that she couldn't fathom. "I told you it wasn't fatal."
    He brought her backpack around from behind him. "But I thought you might want this
    back. You left it in the bar the other night."
    "Oh, thank goodness!" she said, delighted to have it returned to her.
    "You stunned me so much when you came to my room yesterday that I forgot I had
    it."
    She smiled up at him, grateful that he'd gone to such trouble to bring it here. "You
    didn't have to bring it to me. You could have just called and I would have come for it."
     
    "I didn't have your number."
    "Oh," she said as she realized that she hadn't given it to him. Which brought up another
    question. "How did you find me here?"
    He didn't answer. In fact, he looked rather uncomfortable at her question. "I should be
    going."
    "What the hell is this?"
    Marguerite looked past Wren's shoulder to seeBlaine with a group of his frat brothers.
    She drew a sharp intake of breath. This wasn't good. KnowingBlaine , he'd see this as a
    direct violation of his territory by Wren, and with his friends backing him, there was no
    telling what he might do.Blaine could be a total prick when he wanted to.
    "It's none of your business,Blaine ," she snapped in warning. "Go on and leave us
    alone."
    He didn't take her obvious hint.
    Blaineglared at them. "What are we having here, revenge of the busboy? In case you
    haven't noticed, pal, there aren't any tables out here in need of cleaning."
    She could sense the rage that was swelling inside of Wren. Luckily, he was holding it
    back.
    She glared atBlaine . "Leave him alone,Blaine . Now."
    Blainesneered at Wren as he raked a disgusted stare over Wren's clothes. "What?
    Can't you afford a real pair of pants? Or are you so hot natured, you need natural
    ventilation?"
    "Blaine," she growled.
    "What kind of hair is that?" another of the frat boys asked. "Don't you ever wash it?"
    "It's dreads, mon," another answered in a fake Jamaican accent. "All the better for
     
    smoking the ganja, don't cha know?"
    Blainetsked, then passed a feigned sympathetic look at her. "Really, Margeaux, why
    are you hanging with such lowlifes? I know you can't help who your mother was, but
    damn, woman, I would think your father's genes would take some dominance."
    "I'm sorry, Maggie," Wren said in a quiet voice. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
    "You're not embarrassing me," she said between clenched teeth. "They are."
    Still Wren didn't look at her. He started away from her, heading back toward the street.
    "Yeah, keep walking, busboy,"Blaine said in an acidic tone, "and don't come sniffing
    around her anymore."
    As Wren moved past them,Blaine shoved at him. Wren's reaction was swift and
    violent. He slammed his fist straight intoBlaine 's face.Blaine hit the ground hard as his frat
    cronies jumped Wren.
    "Stop!" Marguerite shouted, afraid they would hurt Wren. But to be honest, he was
    cutting through them with little difficulty. He slung one over his back, onto the ground, then
    punched him hard while the other two were swinging at him.
    All of a sudden, campus security was there, pulling Wren off. He turned on the officer
    with a growl and slugged him before he realized it wasn't another student.
    The other officer pulled out a club and struck Wren's injured shoulder with it. He
    growled loudly and shoved the officer back. Marguerite realized that Wren was about to
    attack him as well.
    "Wren,