"Dakota, please stay after class." Professor Wilmscott called as students filed out of Criminology 100.
I hung back, wondering what this could be about. As far as I was aware, I was acing his course. As the last student gave me a sympathetic glance, I swallowed, looking towards his desk and seeing two piercing eyes staring back at me.
"Is there a problem, Professor?" I asked, my heart racing.
He stood up and walked towards me, his tall frame towering over me. "No problem, Dakota," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I just wanted to have a word with you about how well you're doing in this class."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay. Thank you, Professor."
He reached out and placed his hand on my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "But there is something else I wanted to
