PROFESSOR BLACK POV
I hid behind the flowers, heart pounding like a mad drum. The old woman at the window…Amara’s nanny, I think…moved closer, squinting through the glass. My breath hitched. The broken vase beside my shoe mocked me. One wrong move and I’d be caught like a thief.
When she finally turned away, I let out a shaky breath and stepped back. My pulse was still racing. Damn it. What the hell was I even doing?
I jumped over the fence and landed quietly on the grass. My car was parked a few meters away, hidden under the shadows. By the time I reached it, I couldn’t help but chuckle at myself.
“I’m definitely losing my mind,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “She’s driving me insane.”
Just an hour ago, I’d been at my desk at the house, pretending to work. But my head was
