AMARA'S POV
“Professor Black… you were with him,” Daniel said. This time it wasn’t a question.
“I… I… wan—” I stammered, words tumbling out and dying on my lips.
“He’s dangerous, Amara,” he said, his face hard as stone.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowed.
“Amara,” his voice dropped, quiet but sharp, “he’s a devil. A demon. You think he likes you, but he’ll just des…”
“Stop.” I lifted my palm between us, my voice shaking but firm. I looked at him, angry now. “Why are you calling him those names? You don’t know him. You know nothing about him. So stop trying to paint him black.”
I turned to walk past him, but he grabbed my hand, stopping me.
“Daniel!” I yelled, jerking my wrist, but his grip only tightened.
“Can you just listen?” he snapped. “Or has he brainwashed you to
