One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 263

Audrey

My heart pounded against the inside of my chest as Edwin expertly maneuvered the car through the winding road. But try as we might to keep pace, the white van ahead wove through the trees with even more practiced precision, the driver clearl knowing every twist and turn like the back of his hand. Unlike us.

We had been on the van’s tail for miles now, Edwin’s eyes never once leaving the road. His knuckles were around the steering wheel, his focus entirely zeroed in on not letting that van out of our sight. It wasn’t easy.

white as sheets

I braced myself against the dashboard as we hit another rough patch of road, the car jolting violently. “I need to try to get into the driver’s mind,” I said, shutting my eyes and narrowing my focus. It was the only way; I had to compel him to stop, somehow.

“Can you even reach him from here?” Peter asked, gripping the back of my seat.

“I don’t know,” I muttered, “but I have to try.”

Edwin grunted as he hit the gas even harder. “I’ll get you closer.

Closing my eyes, I focused all of my silver energy on the man behind the steering wheel. Just as Sophia had said, the driver‘ mind was like a fortress, clearly trained specifically to keep me out.

But he was also afraid, and I knew one thing for certain: fear creates cracks. And I could feel them–small fractures in his mental defenses. I pressed harder, searching for an opening, for the weakness that would let me slip through, even if only for a moment.

“Come on,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut tighter. “Just stop the

A cold sweat broke out across my skin as I pushed further. needed to push a little harder, and then-

an.”

his mind. His barriers started to crumble, little by little. I just

Suddenly, the van’s brake lights flared red, and it screeched to a stop in a cloud of dust and debris. The tires skidded over the loose dirt, kicking up a storm of gravel behind it, but it came to a safe stop at the edge of the road.

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I gasped, relief flooding through me as Edwin hit the brakes. He brought our car to a grinding halt just

even come to a full stop, Peter was out of the car. He sprinted toward the van, hands clenched, ready to fight. Edwin was quick to follow, and I wasn’t far behind. I kept

open, where Betty was held, while Edwin circled around to the

But then Peter froze.

the tail light so hard it shattered. “The van is fucking

from the driver’s the moment I realized that Peter was right. There was nothing. No Betty. Not even a sign that she had ever been

quickening as I raced around to where Edwin was currently hauling the driver out by his shirt collar. “We saw thern load Betty into the van. We saw her get

us,” Edwin growled, shoving the driver against the side of the van, the man’s head bouncing off the metal with a sickening thud. “When did you do it?” he snarled. “Where’s the

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Just clenched his mouth shut and glared

was like slamming into a brick wall. His resistance was even stronger

I’d drain the last of my abilities–and I couldn’t waste them on pawns like this

the man’s eye. “I know how to make people talk,” he said quietly through clenched

before he could hit him, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “No, Edwin. You

lowered his fist. He knew I was right; it was too close to his days as a boxer. Too much like the boy who had shattered his opponent’s eye socket. He’d regret it if he

ideas. “Maybe you’re not that person,” he muttered, his eyes blazing as he rolled up his sleeves, “but I’ll gladly be that

him, Peter’s fist flew and connected with the

Hard.

air, and blood sprayed across Peter’s hand as the

and exasperation, but I couldn’t help the wry smile that was tugging at the corner of my mouth. For all his reckless fury, Peter’s protective instincts when it came to Betty were oddly endearing, in a brutal, slightly

against the side of the van. “You broke

like that. He’s

us where that other van went,” Peter hissed. He wiped his bloody hand on the driver’s shirt, glancing up at us with a shrug. “Don’t

to the driver. “Tell us,” he said, his voice low and dangerous “Unless you want me to let my brother have

hands. A moment later,