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Kira was already in motion, her decision made for her. She charged into the bedroom, slamming into the Professor in a tackle, sending them both sprawling to the floor. He grunted in surprise.
“What the... Who the hell are you?” he demanded in a breathless voice. “What are you doing inside my house?”
Kira squirmed into a mount position, pinning him to the floor. She glared down at him, seething. “I’m your worst f*****g nightmare.”
She let her hands go, her fists slamming into his face. A small part of her realized something inside her had snapped. How many hours had she spent remembering how helpless she had felt when a stranger had come to take her from her own bed? How long had Clarissa’s muffled screams haunted her dreams? She had met the girl who had been marked as the Professor’
