Chapter 12

He was not wearing his academic armor. The tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black, silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the dark hair on his chest. He wore dark trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. He looked different, more relaxed, more dangerous. But it was him. The silver hair at the temples, the sharp, cruel jaw, the cold, gray-blue eyes that saw right through me. It was him.

The man I feared most in the world. The man who held my academic future, my