Blood?
Whose blood?
Who was after us?
With my chronically discombobulated thoughts swirling and starting to rile up inside my mind like a restless storm, I was so lost in the chaotic mess of my own head that I almost missed it entirely when the professor began talking again.
“Don’t be a stranger.” The professor urged; his voice steady but quiet; his sudden soft, intent gaze countered the unmistakable glower in Ava’s eyes—a clash of calm persuasion against rising fury, like a storm meeting still waters.
“Skylar knows where to find me.” He carried on, moving with purpose, then suddenly darted past us, swift and silent, leaving the same way we came and disappearing into the shadows.
The whole time he walked out, I angrily stared at his back when I noticed Jackson and the dark-skinned ma
