Page 68 of A University of Betrayal

I didn’t know how much time I had and whether the professor would even come back here, but I didn’t want to push my luck, so I hurried around the desk and skimmed through the first few documents.

Protocols from various seminar groups, two books onNorse mythology,one onGreek mythology.

I paused and looked at the book with a picture of an Olympic temple. Erik and this man would certainly get along very well.

I bit my lip, because suddenly I felt as if the weight of the cell phone in my pocket was extremely heavy.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I wheeled around, startled, and stared at the window pane where a raven was pecking at the glass with its massive beak.

I wondered if these birds all drank from the same water.

Shaking my head, I turned back to the desk and focused on the first drawer, the lock of which – it should be noted – I also had to pick.

If this went on, I wouldn’t be done tomorrow.

I pulled the drawer open and the first thing that caught my eye was an ID card sticking out from between countless empty ampoules.

I pulled out the pass and discovered the DLSC’s script logo, underneath a profile photo of the professor with his short hair falling from the sides onto his forehead and his face looking even more angular.

It wasn’t fair that this asshole was so good-looking and intelligent enough to become a professor so young. Couldn’t he at least be old and ugly?

Professor Quentin Tiberius, 28, Department of Molecular Biology 38A

Click.

I wheeled around.

But the raven had disappeared.

Click.

I turned toward the door.

No. No, no, no, no, no…

Motel Creeping

Tony Morales

My panicked heart pumped against my chest and I looked around the room frantically. There were only the two chests of drawers, the bookshelves and...a wardrobe.

I closed the drawer and hurried across the room as quietly as I could, thanking myself for locking the lock three times before I slipped between the light blue shirts and closed the closet door as far as I could.

I immediately regretted it, because despite the subtle detergent, these items smelled of the man who entered the office at that very moment.

The detergent had removed the citrus scent, but not his body scent, which was far too pleasant.

My stomach tingled overwhelmingly.

I was annoyed that this smell was just as pleasant as Erik’s. Did all men smell like that? And would I ever forget Erik?

A burning in my heart made my vision blur. My fingers began to tremble. I forced myself with all my willpower to peek through the slit in the wardrobe and discovered the professor closing the door behind him before putting his things on the desk.

He took a deep breath, as if he needed it, before unbuttoning his vest.

Shit.What if he wanted to open that wardrobe?

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