Chapter 28

• Heat, the kind associated with blind rage, courses through my veins. There is no way I’ll allow myself to be manipulated like this. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”
• His eyes bulge again. “No! That’s not—I’m just saying—” “You need to leave. Right now!” I point to the door.
• “You’re right. Okay. I’m sorry, Professor. I’m going.” He makes a beeline for the exit, head down, broad shoulders rolled forward. He trips on his way and stumbles, hitting the door with a grunt. He pushes it open, and I wait a few seconds, my heart thundering in my chest before I rush across and turn the lock.