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.

je

hit the brakes. He brought our car to a grinding halt just behind the van,

car. He sprinted toward the van, hands clenched, ready to fight. Edwin was quick to follow, and I wasn’t far behind. I kept my hold on the driver’s mind as best I could, although he

yanked the back doors open, where Betty was held, while Edwin circled around to the driver’s side

But then Peter froze.

tail light so hard

area that should have contained my friend. My mind slipped away from the driver’s the moment I realized that Peter was right. There was nothing. No Betty. Not even a sign that she had

impossible,” I breathed, my pulse quickening as I raced around to where Edwin was currently hauling the driver out by his shirt collar. “We saw thern load Betty

the van, the man’s head bouncing off the metal with a sickening thud.

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driver didn’t answer. Just clenched his mouth shut and

the driver’s mind again, but this time, it was like slamming into a brick wall. His resistance was even stronger than before. I shouldn’t have let go the first time,

too hard, I’d

for the man’s eye. “I know how to make people talk,”

and pulled him back. “No, Edwin. You don’t want

his fist. He knew I was right; it was too close to his days as a boxer. Too much like

not that person,” he muttered, his eyes blazing as he rolled up

stop him, Peter’s fist flew and connected with the

Hard.

and cartilage filled the air, and blood sprayed across Peter’s

my voice caught somewhere between outrage 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,

up against the side of

He’s still

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

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

sputtering from his broken nose, but he reached into his pocket with trembling hands. A moment later, he pulled out a folded map, his fingers shaking as he held