The sleeve of my coat falls back, revealing her slim wrist, and I find my eyes drawn to the curve of it.
"Prof-"
"Morris," I correct her distractedly.
"Fine, Morris," she says testily now. "Are you going to answer my question?"
It's hard to focus when all I want is to bend her over this table and make her sob out my name. f*****g the attitude out of her is slowly becoming a favorite pastime of mine. However, this is Aisha's turf, and I don't want her to throw me out. Not yet.
"I was following him. I didn't realize this was your building till he was inside," I finally reply. "I thought you might need help."
"Against a human?" She stares at me. "If you hadn't shown up, I would have killed him and then figured out a way to dump his body somewhere."
For a moment, I don't know if she is
