AMARA’S POV
The room was too quiet.
I stood there, my hands clutching my skirt, heart thudding so loud I thought he could hear it.
Professor Black didn’t say a word at first. He just sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes burning holes through me. I wanted to look away, but my body wouldn’t obey. It was like his gaze chained me in place.
Then he finally spoke. His voice was low, firm, cutting straight through me.
“Shut the door, Amara.”
I swallowed hard and did as he said. My hands shook on the handle before I clicked it shut. The sound echoed in the silence. I turned back to him slowly, feeling my chest rise and fall in uneven breaths.
“Come here,” he ordered.
My legs felt weak, but they moved anyway. Step by step, I walked toward him. Every inch closer made my skin hotter. When I re
