AMARA’S POV
Nina’s perfume still lingered in the air.
Sweet. Heavy. Poisoned.
I stood frozen outside Professor Black’s office, her laughter echoing down the corridor like a taunt that refused to fade.
"I just got a good f**k in there… hope you don’t mind sharing, sister."
The words replayed in my head, thick as smoke. My stomach twisted. No—no, she was lying. She had to be. But the way she looked… hair messy, lips swollen, that red mark on her neck…
My chest clenched hard enough to hurt.
I stared at the office door. The golden letters … Professor Black …gleamed faintly under the dim light. I could still picture his hands there, the veins on his wrist, the way he’d once traced my skin like he owned it.
I should have walked away.
But my feet wouldn’t move.
Instead, I turned, forcin
