Chapter9 : As you wish, Professor

Serena's POV

Asher was in the hallway, held back by two security guards, a fresh bruise darkening the corner of his eye.

The moment he saw me—dress askew, collar pulled loose—he wrenched free and crossed the distance in three strides, scanning me head to toe, gaze snagging on my throat, my collarb...

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