THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Ubeehis eyes dilate when he looks at mehe sneaks glances at mewhen you feel my heat look into my eyesi caught him looking at my lips
Outside, the world was falling.
Cities reported mass infections. People changing. Hybrids rising in the streets.
Inside the quarantined house, two men clung to each other collared, chained, mutated, parents to something that was neither fully human nor fully alien.
And the real cure waited in the one place they had sworn never to return to.
Lagos.
The heart of the original nightmare.
Damian kissed him again, slow and deep.
“We leave at nightfall. Together.”
“Together,” Alex whispered.
The child kicked once strong, approving.