Professor Reed’s POV
I was sitting on the edge of the plush sofa, trying to catch my breath as my chest heaved, when my phone let out a sharp, jarring ding against the glass coffee table.
I grabbed it, expecting a routine message, but the screen flashed with a text that instantly drained all the blood from my face.
From: Sarah “Reed. At my place. Now.”
My stomach plummeted. The panic hit me so hard and fast that I couldn't even mask it. My hands began to shake slightly, my jaw tightening as a cold sweat broke out across my back. Kane, noticing the sudden shift in my posture and the frantic look in my eyes, pushed himself up from the cushions beside me, his brow furrowing.
"What's wrong?" Kane asked, his voice dropping into that cool, demanding tone. "You look like you just saw a ghos
