Page 118 of Love in the Dark

It boggles my mind that he could be both a student and technically in charge, but he inherited the seat when his father died so he’s the boss.

“Ah. So ‘royally fucked up’ sticky?”

I wonder how he’d react if I told him his father is the reason I’m working here. We’re inextricably linked, him and I, and he has no idea.

His father helped set up this entire teaching farce and now he’s dead in an accident in which Rogue was involved.

Apparently, his father killed his mother. It’s exactly the ending I’m afraid of for my own parents, especially given our fathers were friends and shared the joint sadistic hobby of beating their wives in their free time. I don’t need my dad getting inspired by what Robert Royal did.

Hopefully the fact that the man in question ended up dead with a bullet in his heart will keep my own father’s imagination from running in too similar of circles.

“Yes. Are you or not?” I repeat.

“Yeah.”

“I need a student expelled and…,” I pause, thinking of the right words. “…dealt with.”

“Who?”

“Rex Carrington.”

He whistles under his breath, the sound darkly impressed.

“They found him unconscious and barely alive in the women’s locker room. He’s in the ICU at a hospital in Geneva. You had something to do with that?”

I stay silent and he laughs, the sound taunting and cold.

“Color me shocked. I have to hand it to you, you hide the violent psychopath very well, Prof. I didn’t see that coming at all, and nothing fools me.”

“Can you deal with it or not?”

“Of course I can,” he huffs, annoyed that I would even ask. “Why’d you do it?”

His voice is more curious than I’ve ever heard it, like he’s intrigued by what could possibly have driven me to such violence.

“He touched someone he shouldn’t have.”

He’s not stupid, he has to know that if this someone is connected to Rex then it has to be a student. I don’t care that I’m revealing that possibility to him, it’s far less important than making sure Nera is safe.

I feel him still on the other end of the line. He’s not just silent, he’s unmoving.

“Someone who belongs to you?”

“Yes.”

“Then consider it done.”

It’s that simple for him.

“Another thing.”

He laughs again, truly amused. “What now?”

“I need an address.”

I know if I could see him right now, I’d see a dark grin on his lips.

“Is there going to be another body at that address tomorrow?”

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