One Night With My Alpha Professor
“Well, you’re the one who keeps pushing me so hard,” I teased, swinging my legs.
As Edwin began to cook, stirring a pot on the stove, a thought occurred to me. “Hey, if I was the Silver Star... what sort of abilities might I have?”
Edwin paused in his chopping, considering. The knife tapped thoughtfully against the cutting board. “Well, legends speak of various powers. The ability to control or read minds is one. Healing others is another.”