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My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me 135
Killian DavenportThe executive floor of Davenport Co is oddly quiet quiet today.I have been back three days. Long enough for the staff to stop staring at the sling under my jacket. I move through it carefully. Not timidly. Carefully. I listen more than I speak in meetings. I watch who goes quiet when my name enters a sentence. I note which assistants suddenly have errands when I appear at a doorway. Social cues are data. In a building like this, data keeps you alive.Emma has been useful in ways I did not fully expect.I told her because the alternative was operating half-blind inside a company still recovering from one crisis while another bled under the floorboards. Besides Ronald, she is the only person here I trust with incomplete information and the discipline not to turn it into theater. She keeps the public narrative stable. She flags internal chatter before it becomes a problem. This morning she left a folder on my desk with three soft leads and a note in her precise ha
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Elena CarsonBy late afternoon the penthouse has finally stopped feeling like a command center.The detectives are gone. Philip is gone. Ronald’s updates have thinned. Nora left after lunch with a reluctant hug and a promise to come back if either of us even sounded wrong on the phone. I find him in the kitchen doorway watching me finish a cup of tea I have already reheated once.“We’re going out,” he says.I blink. “Out where?”“Dinner. The reservation I made for Sunday is transferable. Or it is now.” A faint dry edge enters his voice. “I called in a favor.”“You planned that before everything.”“I planned it for you. The circumstances changed. The intention didn’t.”I look down at myself, his shirt, soft pants, hair still damp from a second shower I took more for nerves than need. “I’m not exactly dressed for five stars.”“Then change. Or don’t. I’ll take you as you are.”Something in the simplicity of it undoes me more. I go to the bedroom and stand in front of the limited c
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Killian Davenport Morning arrives as pain first.The arm that felt manageable under adrenaline and artificial light now from last night, now throbs in a deep, insistent pulse from shoulder to elbow. The dressing is tight. The sutures pull when I shift. For a few seconds I lie still and inventory the rest of the damage, the residual bruise along my ribs from the gravel, the grit of exhaustion behind my eyes, the fact that Elena is asleep against my uninjured side with one hand curled in the fabric of my shirt like her body has not yet accepted that the war is over.I ease out of bed without waking her.The penthouse is pale with early light. I start coffee one-handed and make breakfast with the same limitation: eggs, toast, the fruit she will actually eat. Ordinary motions. Useful ones. The alternative is standing in the quiet and replaying the timer on that chair until my thoughts turn useless.Nora arrives before eight, skipping class without apology, hair thrown up
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Elena CarsonThe shower is the first place I go into.Hot water runs over my shoulders and turns the dust of that concrete floor into pale swirls around my feet. I wash my hair twice. I scrub my wrists carefully around the bandages until the residual adhesive and skin-scent of fear start to give way to Killian’s soap. When I step out, the mirror is fogged and my reflection is only a blurred shape. I am grateful for that.He has left clean clothes on the bed, his shirt, soft drawstring pants that require me to roll the waistband twice. I dress slowly. Every movement reminds me of the chair, the timer, the way the scarred man’s voice sat against my skin. I push the memory back into a smaller room in my mind and leave it there for later.In the living room the romantic setup is still waiting. Candles slumped in their own wax. Roses darkening at the edges. I start clearing it because leaving it untouched feels weird. Killian appears from the hallway with his injured arm held clos
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Elena CarsonThe shot is still echoing in my bones when the car door shuts hard beside me.Killian is in the back seat with me, one arm locked around my shoulders, the other held slightly away from his body. Blood has already darkened the sleeve of his shirt in an expanding, ugly bloom. It seeps between his fingers when he presses them over the wound. The metallic smell fills the closed space of the car fast.Ronald is in the front, phone at his ear, giving clipped directions to a private medical center. The warehouse falls away behind us in a smear of black trees and weak exterior light. My wrists burn where the cords cut. My ribs ache from the device’s vanished weight. None of it compares to the bright red fact of his blood on my hands from when I grabbed him.“You’re bleeding too much.”“It’s a graze.”“That’s not a graze, Killian.”“I’ve had worse.”The casualness in his voice scrapes. I want to shout at it. I want to press my forehead to the window and disappear into the dar
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Killian DavenportThe warehouse comes into view as a low black shape against the tree line near the stream.No signage. One service door lit by a dying exterior bulb. A van idles near the side ramp with its engine off. The guard who knows the roads cuts our lights early and rolls the last stretch on momentum. Ronald’s voice is already low in the passenger seat, diverting the rest of the team into a wider net around the building. Ian stays in the car with the laptop. The rest of us move.The air outside smells of wet concrete and river mud. My pulse is too loud in my ears. I force it down into the same narrow channel I use for everything that cannot be allowed to shake. Fear does not help her. Precision might.We breach through a side access. The interior is a grid of stacked pallets and sheeted machinery, dark except for emergency strips along the floor. Two figures break from cover near the back corridor. One raises a weapon. The suppressed shot from Ronald’s man drops him scre
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Killian Davenport Of all the women in New York, why did it have to be Elena Carson who walked into my classroom?I lean against my desk, arms crossed, watching her stand awkwardly in the middle of the empty lecture hall. Messy bun, slightly wrinkled blouse, flushed cheeks. She looks like
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Elena Carson KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. I jolt awake, heart pounding. Ow. My head is killing me. I rub my temples and slowly register that I’m on the floor of my room. Not my bed. My hair is stuck to my cheek and there’s a dull ache behind my eyes that makes even breathing feel like effort. Everyth
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Elena CarsonIt’s been three days since Professor Davenport asked me to drop his class and I told him no.Three days of successfully avoiding him. Or maybe he’s been avoiding me. Either way, I haven’t seen him since that awkward confrontation in his office. But I hear his name everywhere I turn o
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Elena Carson I don’t wait for him to say anything else before I walk out of his office. The door clicks shut behind me, and I keep walking, fast and angry. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. My cheeks are burning too and my hands won’t stop shaking. I just need to get the
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