KOURTNEY I opened my mouth to talk, to ask what he meant. But before a single syllable could escape my throat, Professor Astor’s hand shot out. He placed one long finger directly against my lips, silencing me instantly. "Shh," he whispered, his dark eyes boring straight into mine with an intense, hypnotic look. The feel of his finger against my lips was completely unexpected, sending a sharp shockwave straight down to my stomach. He slowly dragged his finger over my lips, tracing the shape of my mouth, which was slightly quivering with a chaotic mix of both intense anger and a sudden, terrifying arousal. "You are definitely one to talk, Kourtney," he murmured, his deep voice dropping into a low tone that made my knees feel weak. "And maybe you haven't quite realized it yet... but you are in some serious trouble." I frowned, trying to pull my head back to break the contact, but his gaze held me completely pinned in place. He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying the absolute pow
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