~Elena~
I pushed the door with a shaky breath. Oh gosh. Moon goddess help me.
The door closed behind me before I even turned around. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t pull it. It just clicked shut like it had a mind of its own, like it wanted me inside, like it wanted me trapped.
And then I saw him.
And I swear..on my life, on my heat, on my ancestors and every stupid hormone in my body..I stopped breathing.
Because Professor Adrian Blackthorne wasn’t sitting behind his desk like a regular professor.
No.
He was standing by the side table near the window with a glass in his hand, dark liquid inside, like maybe I had driven him to drink.
Every single button of his shirt was opened.
Fuck his chest , like the kind of chest that wasn’t supposed to exist outside fantasy or film or nightmar
