PROFESSOR SIN
I could still see the picture on my phone … proof that Amara wasn’t as clean as everyone thought.
I couldn’t show it yet, not before my surgery. If they kicked her out now, it would all be over for me. But soon… very soon, I’d have everything I wanted.
Professor Black. Freedom. Power.
I bit my lip, smiling into the dark.
I closed my eyes and imagined it … his voice saying my name, his hands reaching for me, his eyes full of something more than disgust.
I smiled wider. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, “he’ll be mine. Whether he likes it or not.”