NINA'S POV
“Drop that hand this minute…
if you don’t want your business to crumble.”
The cold voice sliced through the room like a knife dipped in ice.
Dad’s hand froze mid–air.
And then he walked in … slow, dangerous, calm, his presence swallowing every sound in the living room.
Professor Black.
God, he looked perfect. Too perfect. So tall. So cold. That dark aura that makes your stomach flip and your throat dry.
I actually felt a tingle… down there. Pathetic. I know.
“Zed, what are you doing?” Amara rushed to him immediately, and I smirked.
Of course.
Run to him like the desperate little thing you are.
I leaned toward Dad and whispered, “That’s the professor.”
Dad’s jaw clenched so hard the bones popped. He took a heavy step toward Amara.
“You dare bring your boyfriend to
