PROFESSOR BLACK’S POV
The night dripped with silence.
Only the faint crackle from the fireplace and the soft swirl of wine against glass filled the air. I sat in my study, the glow of the amber liquid dancing across my fingers as I rolled the cup between them. My mind wasn’t here.
It was still in that damn office.
That girl .. that reckless, desperate girl …thinking she could tempt me.
A low chuckle escaped my lips. “Foolish child,” I muttered, tilting my glass. “I choose my prey. Not the other way around.”
The memory played back — her perfume, her breath trembling, her boldness as she leaned close. It should have angered me, but instead it amused me. That wild, misplaced confidence…
She didn’t understand the kind of darkness she tried to dance with.
If she weren’t Amara’s sister…
