AMARA'S POV
My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard his voice behind me.
“What’s going on here?”
Professor Black.
I froze. The blonde janitor still had his hand wrapped firmly around my waist. I wanted to push him away, but my body refused to move. Slowly, I turned my head, and there he was..Professor Black, standing tall, his face calm, too calm. But behind that calmness, I felt the weight of something darker. His eyes weren’t just looking, they were burning into me.
“Leave,” he said flatly.
The janitor let go of me at once, muttering under his breath before walking away. I was left standing there, shaking, but Professor Black didn’t even glance at me again. He turned and walked off, his steps steady, his back straight.
No anger. No outburst. Just silence.
And that si
