I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
Once they were done beating Brody, I watched as they dragged him out of the arena area and back
toward the dungeon cells. My heart was so heavy in my chest, but I had no fight left in me.
I allowed Robert and the men to drag me back to the infirmary room. Once we got there, they strapped
me back into the bed.
It was a different guy who strapped me in this time though; as soon as I was back on the bed, he undid
the cuffs, and I felt a strange sense of power returning to me.
That idiot.
He didn’t know that the only thing blocking my powers was that cuff.
Robert wasn’t paying attention; I’m sure if he was, he would have said something about how he
shouldn’t have removed the cuffs.
The guard stood against the back corner of the room, watching me like a hawk, as Robert left the room
to do something. I could tell Robert was annoyed with my refusal to use my powers on Brody.
It pleased me that he was infuriated over the fact that he has no control over me.
I could feel my wolf beginning to wake once again; however, I knew she was too weak to speak. But she
was there, that’s all that matters. Which meant I could channel my powers and send a mindlink.
I knew Enzo was nearby; he had to have been.
“Enzo…” I said through the mindlink. It pained me to speak through my wolf to reach his when she was
so weak. But I knew he could hear me.
“Lila?” Enzo said in return; I sighed in relief to hear his voice in my head. “Where are you?”
I glanced over at the guard who was still watching me, but he looked tired.
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I sighed and closed my eyes, pretending I was going to sleep, but I was channeling Enzo’s wolf eyes. I
wanted to see the world through his eyes at that moment; maybe there was something I could do to
help him.
As soon as I got a glimpse of his surroundings, my stomach clenched when I saw the number of rogues
that he was fighting. But then I saw my father and more relief flooded through me.
I was so glad that Enzo wasn’t there alone.
But then, I saw who my father was fighting.
Cyrus.
I pressed my lips firmly together and clenched my fists through the straps. I wasn’t sure how far I could
stretch my powers, but I was going to try everything I could to help them.
I focused my attention on the ground around them, allowing the moonlight to intensify and darken the
shadows before I watched them emerge from the ground.
Enzo watched in amazement as the shadows grew and strengthened before his eyes. I knew he wasn’t
afraid of them; he knew this was my doing.
Cyrus on the other hand, looked terrified.
I hadn’t actually used my shadows to fight real wolves before, but I was going to try to use them as a
distraction so my father and Enzo could sneak away and get into the chapel.
It seemed to be working because the fighting had paused altogether, and I saw the pure terror on the
rogue’s faces as they were submerged in the shifting shadows.
I lost sight of them for a moment as Enzo glanced at my father and they both gave each other knowing
looks before running through the front doors.
I could no longer see what the shadows were doing, but I knew they were still around. I wasn’t sure if
could still control them though. I tried my hardest to keep them moving and use them as a distraction,
despite my view of being inside the chapel.
Enzo and my father were running through dark corridors. I thought about telling them where I was, but
I needed them to get to Brody first.
They busted through a wooden door that I recognized; it was the door that led to the dungeon area.
They ran through the cells, and I could feel Enzo’s high emotions and worry begin sinking in his
stomach. He thought the rancid smell of blood was mine… but was Brody’s.
My heart weighed heavily in my chest as they finally reached the cell that Brody was in.
He was lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood.
I felt my heart drop in my stomach, but it only lasted a moment because soon, I let the blow of a fist
against my face, bringing me back to my current situation.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” The guard who was once standing against the wall, asked
with fury in his eyes.
“Sleeping…” I muttered, trying to ignore the pain in my face but it was going away quickly.
“You were doing something weird with your hands,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“My wrists hurt from the straps,” I complained. “I was trying to stretch them.”
He stared at me for a moment longer before curling his lip up in disgust.
“No funny business,” he muttered, turning away from me.
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