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Under the Table
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2026-04-13 05:10:25
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My Professor’s Obsession Sloane’s Last Warning
"Answer it, Sera, because if that phone vibrates against the floorboards one more time, I’m going to throw it into the swamp and we’ll never know who’s trying to sell us out," Caspian said.He was leaning against the mahogany banister, watching me with eyes that looked like bruised glass. He hadn't touched the files on the floor yet. He just stood there, letting the weight of my father’s signature hang between us like a thick, poisonous fog.The burner phone—the one Elias had smuggled to us—was buzzing near my foot. The caller ID was a string of zeros, but I knew the rhythm of the person on the other end. It was the third time in ten minutes."I'm not supposed to talk to anyone," I whispered, my hand shaking as I reached for the plastic casing. "You said every call is a breadcrumb.""It’s Sloane," Caspian said, his voice flat. "I recognize the area code prefix she’s using to bounce the signal. She’s been calling me, too. If she’s this desperate, the breadcrumbs don't matter anymore. T
My Professor’s Obsession The Ruin Behind the Ruin
"Don't go into the study, Sera, because the floorboards are soft and the things I left in there were meant to stay buried in the humidity," Caspian said, his voice drifting from the kitchen where he was trying to coax a vintage stove into boiling water.I stood in the hallway, my hand already hovering over the brass knob of the one room he’d kept locked since we arrived. The wood felt cold, even in the Georgia heat. "You can't tell me we’re partners in this war and then keep half the map to yourself, Caspian. If Dominic is coming, I need to know what he’s looking for.""He’s looking for leverage," Caspian called back, the sound of a metal pot clattering against the burner punctuating his words. "And leverage is just a fancy word for things that make people feel small. You’ve felt small enough this week. Stay in the light.""I'm done with the light," I whispered to the empty hallway.I didn't turn the knob. I leaned my shoulder against the door and gave it a sharp, practiced shove. The
My Professor’s Obsession The First Honest Conversation
"Sit down, Sera, because if you keep pacing that floorboard like it’s a jury box, you’re going to fall through the rot and I’m going to have to call a local sheriff I’d rather not meet," Caspian said.He was sitting on the edge of the oversized, moth-eaten sofa in the parlor. The only light came from a single lantern he’d placed on the floor, casting long, skeletal shadows against the walls. He was cleaning his glasses with a piece of silk, his fingers moving with a precision that felt too calm for a man whose face was currently a national emergency."I can't sit down," I said, stopping by the window to peer through the heavy velvet drapes. "Every time a cricket chirps, I think it’s a drone. Every time the wind hits the moss, I think it’s someone stepping onto the porch. How are you so still?""Because being still is the only thing I have left that they can't take," he replied. He put his glasses back on and looked at me. "Come here. Please."I walked over, but I didn't sit on the sof
My Professor’s Obsession The Cost of Being Seen
"Don't pull that hood so low, Sera, or you’ll look like you’re trying to rob the place instead of just buying a gallon of milk," Caspian said, leaning against the dusty door of the truck.The humidity in Georgia felt like it was trying to drown me. It was only eight in the morning, but the air was already thick enough to chew on. We were standing in the gravel lot of a general store that looked like it had been standing since before the dirt was invented."I feel like everyone is staring at me, Caspian," I whispered, my fingers white as I gripped the handle of the truck door. "Even the birds.""The birds don't read the New York Post, and neither do most of the people in this county," he said, but his eyes were scanning the perimeter of the lot, never staying still. "Go in, get the milk, get the bread, and get the aspirin for your brother. I’ll stay right here. If a black SUV so much as sneezes, I’ll be inside to get you.""You make me feel like I’m made of glass," I said."Lately, you
My Professor’s Obsession A New Place, Same War
"The satellite dish on the roof is dead, Sera, so stop staring at the static and come away from the window before someone sees the light from your phone," Caspian said.He was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his silhouette framed by the peeling wallpaper of the hallway. He looked tired. Not just 'didn't sleep on the drive' tired, but the kind of tired that gets into your bones when you realize the world is smaller than you thought. He held a bottle of lukewarm beer in one hand and a burner phone in the other."I’m not looking for news, Caspian. I’m looking for a signal," I said, holding my phone high toward the cracked ceiling. "I need to tell Vane’s doctors where we are. He’s upstairs shaking under a wool blanket in ninety-degree heat. He thinks the trees are talking to him.""Vane is fine. He’s coming down from a week of being a hostage. Let him sleep it off," Caspian replied, his voice flat. He walked over and gently took the phone out of my hand. "No signals. No pings. If
My Professor’s Obsession The Move South
"Get in the car, Sera, and don't look back at the house, because there’s nothing left in there that belongs to us anymore," Caspian said.His voice sounded like gravel grinding together. He didn't help me with my bag this time. He was too busy scanning the tree line, his hand resting near the waistband of his trousers where I knew he’d started carrying a heavy, dark piece of metal he hadn't needed a week ago. We left the salt-air cabin in the middle of the night, while the moon was still high and the shadows were long enough to hide a moving car. Vane was already in the back seat, staring out the window with eyes that looked like they’d forgotten how to blink."Where are we going, Caspian? You said south, but south is a big place," I said, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window."Georgia," he muttered, swinging the wheel hard to avoid a pothole in the dirt track. "I have a property outside of Savannah. It’s held under a shell company that even Helena hasn't touched in tw
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