Page 114 of A University of Betrayal

Instinctively, I used my Quatura sense to reassure myself that I was wrong. But when I sensed the magic of another Quatura in my office – high-vibration magic, to be precise – my entire body tensed, ready to knock out whoever was in that room with me, and – if necessary – finish them off.

There was only one place the intruder could hide.

Slowly, I turned my head to the tall closet. Without hesitating, I dashed across the room and yanked the doors open.

I had expectedanything;spies from the people who had killed my parents; people from my boss who wanted to check that I wasn’t keeping secrets from him; but seeingherin front of me threw me off my well-trained role for a moment.

She stood there, between my spare shirts, with a startled expression, flushed cheeks and tousled platinum blonde strands. But as always, it was those cursed aventurine eyes that caught my gaze. Eyes that made her look innocent, yet mystical.

“You...”I pressed out, and before she could react, or even flee, my hand sprang forward and closed around her neck.“Here.”She widened her eyes and I pushed her further into the wardrobe until she pressed my shirts against the inside of the closet wall with her petite body. “Inmyoffice.”

I fixed her gaze, but didn’t really manage to focus on the fact that she’d broken in here. Instead, I took in the smell of her perfume and her body odor with my next breath. A soft note of rose blossom and a pleasant natural smell that compelled me to inhale her scent a second time.

I would have liked to slap myself for it.

Did the gods have to make her smell the same as J? Did they have to remind me of something I was about to lose? With something that posed a threat to my existence?

My hand felt incredibly good around her neck, and only now did I feel her soft skin under my rough fingers, her pulse beating under my fingertips.

Julie swallowed under my grip and looked up at me.

A shiver traveled through my tense body, sending the blood down into my cock, making it throb hard against my pants.

I didn’t want to react like this to this girl, yet I couldn’t loosen my grip.

“Whatare you doing here?” I murmured in a low voice, hoping my physical reactions would remain hidden from her.

Her lips opened slightly as if she wanted to say something and I immediately felt the urge to put my thumb on them.

What the fuck…What was wrong with me? Was this my body’s way of dealing with J’s rejection? And, of all people, this annoying little witch who was the complete opposite of the woman my heart belonged to.

Julie was breathing shallowly under my hand, and if I didn’t take her away soon, my body would go crazy.

And suddenly I knew that this moment was the perfect chance to take away her memory. I wanted to show Julie that she had crossed a line, wanted to punish her, wanted to wrap my hand tighter around her neck until she opened her lips wider. Wide enough to...

I bit my tongue and tensed my jaw.

That was going too far.

“You haveone chanceto explain to me what you’re looking for here.”

I loosened my grip, and she gasped, yet she didn’t seem to intend to answer me, so I stepped closer to her and took her chin in my hand.

“Listen to me, Julie...” I fixed my eyes on hers. “All the things you already know, all the things you should have found here...” I didn’t even want to know what she must have discovered. “Everything you think you know about me... I can erase them. All your memories…”

She stared at me, three seconds, then looked at me defiantly, stepped toward me, leaned into my grip.

“Are you trying tothreatenme? Or are you trying toflatterme?” She didn’t smile. Nevertheless, it looked as if she was mocking me. “Do you really think Iwantto remember?” Her gaze became more serious, more insistent, sharper. “You’d be doing me a favor, Professor.” My jaw tensed even more, as did my cock. Did she have to call me that? “Go ahead.”

Confused, I eyed her, undecided how to proceed against her.

Who was this girl? What were her intentions? And why did she seem to bebeggingme to take away her memories?

“Who are you?” I pressed out, concentrating on not showing her all my confusion.

“I think you know who I am,” she said calmly, objectively, as if I wasn’t holding her chin in my hand while she stared at me like she wasbeggingfor a harsh punishment. “I guess the question should be: Who areyou?”She stepped out of the closet, which made me automatically walk backward. “Or should I rather ask,what?”

I bumped against my desk.

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