Page 87 of Frayed Owner

I didn’t know who that was. But she did. I could feel the fear in that room and I didn’t blame her.

I jumped when I heard a noise behind me and thunked my knee into the wall like the world’s worst spy. I used a cloaking spell to be safe and then was really glad when he stormed out of her room a moment later.

Hanson. He was Councilman Hanson’s son. I’d seen him doing PR stuff since the family was setting him up to take over his father’s seat even if that wasn’t how they were supposed to work.

And apparently, he was just as much of a disgusting snake as the top-tier families.

I held my breath as he cloaked himself and left. I was about to go inside and comfort Bevin when I heard her crying, but… Would I be a comfort?

No, she’ll freak out that someone else knows.

But she needed help. This wasn’t something she could handle alone.

No one could.

Then it hit me. Professor Wyatt. Their relationship was definitely more than teacher and student. And I didn’t mean just the gossip.

No, anyone could see it in his aura when he looked at her at certain times.

Okay, not just anyone. I was talented in auras and he didn’t always do the best job blocking, but… The proof was there.

I booked it out of there with one goal in mind—find Professor Wyatt and make sure he was really on Bevin’s side.

Luckily, he was at the cafeteria and about to grab a tray.

“I need a word in private, Professor,” I told him quietly but firmly. I flinched at the venom in the look he gave me.

Then I realized he knew that we’d gone over the line with Bevin.

“I can’t think of what we could possibly have to speak about or—”

“I went to apologize to her for going over the line and take her out to lunch,” I muttered vaguely as I leaned in closer. “And someone was in her dorm room who broke through the magic. She’s currently crying in fear.”

His tray was back in the stack and he grabbed my arm to pull me out of there before I’d even finished. He cleared his throat when I shook him off but started jogging, making it clear that I better keep up. He had his phone out and in his hand. “Who?”

I didn’t answer until we were outside. “Look, I’ve already fucked up with Bevin, but I do like her, and she’s—she saved my life. I’m not going to destroy hers now by going to the wrong person for help.”

He studied me and then around me, checking my aura. “You know.”

“I don’t know that I know, but what do you know?”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m not going on this fishing expedition.”

Damn. He was right.

But that didn’t mean I knew what to do. “If I’m wrong that you know and I tell you—I can’t make this worse. I just—I’m not enough to help her.” I flinched when a circle appeared next to Wyatt and that guard sent by the council appeared.

Except something hit me.

“You’re the nephew of a councilman, not just a guard,” I whispered as I got clued in.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he said easily.

“The hair,” I pushed. “I heard Oliveria’s nephew was super hot with red hair long enough to be in a ponytail. The woman you just broke up with was sloppy drunk in a bar bragging you were the best fuck ever, but you were fucked in the head and treated women like shit.”

“Fucking Crystal,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He told me the app they met on and seemed relieved when I snorted.

It was a hookup app. It should have been called Fuckbuddies it was so well known for that. And she thought they had a relationship from that?

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