Thorne's POV.
The back hallway of the college. It was quieter here, the chatter from the courtyard fading behind us.
“I still can’t believe you took the job,” Mia said softly beside me, glancing up with curiosity.
I chuckled under my breath. “Yeah… believe it or not, I’ll be teaching Human Anatomy and Physiology.”
“Wait—what?” she blinked, half laughing. “You’re serious?”
“I am.”
“Why would a priest teach something like that?”
Good question.
Why would a priest like me teach something that involved bodies—naked diagrams, exposed nerves, flushed blood vessels, delicate systems?
Another temptation.
Another test.
Another slow burn into the fire I’ve already tasted.
I looked at her—Mia, with her curious eyes, soft skin, the way she bit her lower lip when she thought too hard. And
