Page 262 of The Blairville Legacies

As much as I disliked it, maybe Amber was right and letting him talk was the best way. He was a human being. Maybe I was overestimating his ability to reveal us.

And suddenly I felt nervous about the vial of forgetting serum that was in my backpack.

“Since time is almost up, and since you're probably all about to rush out, I'd like to take the last five minutes to announce that I havetwointernship positions available at theDeLoughrey Science Center,” Professor Tiberius explained. I listened and immediately felt conflicted. “The internship starts next semester, and you would be working with me and a colleague on a genetics experiment, which – unfortunately – I can't tell you more about.” His gaze lingered on me, and the uneasy feeling inmy chest intensified. “In order to qualify, I expect top grades inthissemester, scientific commitment and written applications.”

The girls to my left all began to whisper enthusiastically. They were probably all going to rip each other's heads off to get one of the two positions, if it wasn't already just the one left.

I looked over at David, who was packing up his iPad.

“Let me guess, you already have a position in the DLSC?”

He looked over at me and sighed, “I won't lie to you,Quatura.”

Of course, he would get that one spot. His family owned the labs.

And so,unofficially, there was only one position left.

I pressed my lips together again and started packing my things.

Before the semester started, I would have doneanythingfor this internship, but thinking about working with this man now sent shivers down my spine.

“Miss Blair,” My head shot up, and I looked at the front as I zipped up my backpack. Professor Tiberius looked at me with a serious expression. “Why don't you stay a minute?”

My fingers froze on the strap of my light gray leather backpack.

No. No, no, no, no, no...

Amber gave me a vicious smile as she strutted past me with Kelly, only to pause briefly beside me and whisper, “I hope he expels you from the seminar.”

My heart froze, my fingers started to get cold again, and it was as if the temperature in the room dropped abruptly.

I tried to control my breathing while all the other students left the room one by one.

The professor did nothing, didn't pack up his stuff, didn't sort his papers... He stood there, ten meters away from me, leaning against his desk, twirling the gold ring on his right ring finger with his left hand.

Shortly after the door closed, and we were finally alone in the seminar room, he looked up. Two messy champagne-colored strands fell into his forehead.

“You'veembarrassedme,” he said, his eyes flashing dangerously and the right corner of his mouth turned upwards.“How very bold of you.”

I'd never been to a zoo before, but this must be how the animal felt when it was put down in the lion cage to be fed.

I suppressed the urge to swallow and straightened my shoulders.

“You're talking aboutfairy talesandmagic, Professor,” I began. “Things thatdon'texist.” His gaze studied me calmly. “Maybe it has something to do with your age.”

He laughed softly, his look surprised, and... walked toward me. He stopped a meter in front of me. Once again, I caught a glimpse of his unusual green irises, which sparkled like exotic crystals.

“I usually getcomplimentson my age.”

I couldn't help but make the next comment.

“From people who confuseintelligencewithwisdomand don't actually attend your seminar to further theireducation.”

His smirk returned, and he walked past me on the left.

I didn't dare turn to the side. Not even when he stopped next to me.

“Fromhumans, Miss Blair,” he whispered, continuing to walk around me, and this time I had to swallow. “Don't you think you are a littleclose-mindedabout the truth?” He came to a halt on my right. “One might assume you know more than you're willing to admit.” He stared at me, piercing me from the side with his gaze, and it was as if I felt him on my bare shoulder, especially when he leaned down toward me. “Isthatwhy you get insulting?”

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