Todos os capítulos de PROFESSOR SIN : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

AMARA'S POVDaniel’s words still echoed in my head.“Colomba.”The way it rolled off his tongue made my chest tighten. My whole body froze. My heart hammered hard as my mind scrambled back to that strange message last night. Little dove. The same word. The same language.Could it be him?I jerked back, shaking his hand off my waist. “Why did you call me that?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant.Daniel only smirked, tilting his head like I was amusing him. “Why? Doesn’t it suit you?”His eyes gleamed, calm yet carrying something I couldn’t read. I felt unease coil inside me, like tiny flames licking my skin. I didn’t want to believe he was the one behind that message, but doubt crawled through me all the same.“Don’t joke like that,” I muttered, hugging my bag tighter.He shrugged, hands sliding into his pockets. “Relax. It’s just a word.” His grin deepened, and somehow it unsettled me more.*****************************Daniel insisted on walking beside me as we entered through

AMARA POVThe knock came sharp against the wooden door.I froze. My heart slammed into my ribs so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. Panic shot through me like a wave of cold water, drowning out every trace of warmth that had burned through my veins a second ago.What if someone found out?What if they saw me here like this, trembling under his touch, branded by his whispers?The question what if..kept repeating in my head..But the professor didn’t let go of me.His grip only tightened around my waist, his hand firm as if he owned me. He bent his head until his lips brushed my ear, and with a calm that sent shivers crawling down my skin, he whispered, “Don’t move.”I wanted to breathe. I wanted to run. I wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.But the knock came again, louder this time, persistent, demanding.And then came clearly the voice..the voice I dreaded most.“Amara? Are you there?”That voice.Sweet. Pretentious.It dripped honey, but beneath it was venom I’

AMARA’S POVDaniel’s hand was firm on my wrist as he pulled me away from Nina. His stride was strong, unbothered, as though he had every right to drag me through the crowded hallway. My chest pounded so loud I thought people could hear it.What if Nina really knew?Her words echoed in my head like a curse. “It’s not the janitor but him… or is it both?”My stomach twisted. The way her eyes had glittered with triumph terrified me more than anything. Nina never let go of things. If she suspected…if she had even the faintest idea—she would use it to burn me alive.“Don’t look back,” Daniel muttered under his breath. His tone was steady, protective in a way that almost startled me.I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My throat was tight, my palms sweaty. I let him pull me until the crowd thinned, until he finally stopped and released me near the east wing.“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.I jerked my hand back, hugging my bag against me like a shield. “I’m fine.”The lie tasted bitter. I wasn’t

NINA’S POVThe next morning came with a spark that made my chest feel light. I stood in front of the mirror, tugging the straps of the new gown I had picked for today. It hugged my curves so tightly that I could barely breathe, and that was exactly what I wanted. My cleavage pushed up so high it looked like it was daring someone to look, daring him to look.I tilted my head, painting my lips with a shade darker than usual, letting the brush linger on the corners until it made a sharp pout. My lashes were thick, my skin glowing under the little extra foundation I had piled on. A doll. That’s what I looked like. A beautiful, dangerous doll.I leaned closer to the mirror, whispering the words I’d been repeating since last night.“Professor Black… you’re mine.”A giggle slipped out of me, the kind that bubbled from deep inside when I pictured his hands where I wanted them. I reached for my jacket, throwing it around my shoulders to cover up just enough until the right moment. The plan was

PROFESSOR BLACK’S POVThe night dripped with silence.Only the faint crackle from the fireplace and the soft swirl of wine against glass filled the air. I sat in my study, the glow of the amber liquid dancing across my fingers as I rolled the cup between them. My mind wasn’t here.It was still in that damn office.That girl .. that reckless, desperate girl …thinking she could tempt me.A low chuckle escaped my lips. “Foolish child,” I muttered, tilting my glass. “I choose my prey. Not the other way around.”The memory played back — her perfume, her breath trembling, her boldness as she leaned close. It should have angered me, but instead it amused me. That wild, misplaced confidence…She didn’t understand the kind of darkness she tried to dance with.If she weren’t Amara’s sister…The name rolled off my tongue, slow and deliberate. Amara.Soft. Sweet. The taste of danger wrapped in innocence.That girl — she wasn’t like the others. She didn’t need short skirts or thick perfume. She ca