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The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor
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Ianâs POV
I sat by the kitchen island in my house, staring at nothing in particular. I was wondering who tried to kill Sophia yesterday, and why they tried to kill her. I had made a mistake. I should have asked for his name before I killed him. Maybe I would have gotten an information about who he was and the kind of people he dealt with.
But it was a good think I had killed him before he could get away and tell his people that he saw me. That Sophia was indeed important to me, if I was shadowing her. It meant theyâd try every possible means to use her to get to me.
The supernatural realm was a very dangerous one and there was always some sort of fight for power. If I diedâ¦I didnât want to think of all the cruel things that would start happening if I died.
This is why I shouldnât have marked her. But in my defense I didnât know that marking her would mean everyone would put their eyes on her and start attacking her. I needs her to be safe. And I needed to protect her to keep her safe. Or I should have just let that guy kill her and be rid of her. But no one had the right to hurt what is mine.
I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I didnât know what to think. There was a knock on my door, followed by the constant ringing of the doorbell. There was only one person that could try to annoy and frustrate me like this. With a scowl, I got up from the stool and went to the door to open it for him. As big as this house was, I didnât keep any maids or human here at all. They were just too tempting and I didnât trust myself not to kill them.
âHave you missed me huh?â He asked as soon as I opened the door. He didnât even wait for me to tell him to come in before he did. He waltzed in like the house was his. I had already gotten used to that character of his. That was how he always does at the vampire realm anyways.
âWhy would I miss you? We still spoke to each other over facetime yesterday,â I reminded him as I closed the door and turned the lock. âWe speak to each other over facetime practically everyday.â
âBut talking to me on facetime is not the same thing as talking to me face to face, is it?â He asked with a point as he settled down on a couch.
âYouâre making me rethink my decision of calling you here,â I murmured, starting to get annoyed by his antics.
âUgh. Fine fine. I canât promise not to annoy you but Iâll try not to. Why did you call me here?â He asked. âDo you know how fun it is to rile you up though?â
I narrowed my eyes at him. âJust when I thought you were finally being serious.â
âUgh. Sorry sorry. Iâm being serious now. Why did you call me here? It sounded like an emergency,â he answered.
âSophia was attacked yesterday,â I explained. âSomeone tried to kill her. I donât know why. I donât know what they want. But they tried to kill her and if I wasnât shadowing her yesterday, she might have been dead since.â
âYes, she might have been dead since,â he agreed, almost like he wasnât bothered but I knew him better than that. He was bothered. He was just trying to keep it cool. Mike had a worse temper than me. âBut she isnât dead. And thatâs the most important thing now. Where is the person who tried to kill her?â
âI killed him,â I answered with a shrug.
He shot up from the couch, shock taking over his expression. âYou killed him?â He choked out.
âYes. I killed him,â I confirmed.
âWell did you at least get a valuable information from him?â He asked, his eyes searching mine.
I shook my head. âIâm afraid I didnât do that,â I murmured in reply. âI did ask who sent him. He didnât answer me.â
âAnd you couldnât compel the truth out of him?â He asked, already getting annoyed.
âI could compel the truth out of him. Yes,â I answered.
âWhy?! Why didnât you try to compel him? Do I need to teach you?!â He yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration.
âKeep your time down,â I snapped. âIf I could do it, I would have! But the bastard was on vervain and I didnât have the time nor the patience to drain the vervain out of him!â
âWell at least you didnât try to drink his blood did you?â He asked, relaxing a bit.
âIf I did, Iâm very sure Iâd be almost dead now,â I answered. âIf not dead.â
âAnd so you realize why all of this is happening?â He asked with a raised eyebrow.
âYes yes. Itâs happening because I marked her. You donât have to remind me of that at ever little chance that you get!â I snapped. It was getting verb had to restrain myself every passing second. My temper was rising.
âWhy did you do it? Why did you mark her? You do know that you have a bride back ââ
âDo not speak of it!â I warned him.
âYou have to talk about it whether or not you like it, Ian. We have to speak of this sooner or later. Your people havenât come looking for you since you came here. And itâs a miracle that they havenât. But if they hear that you have marked a human, all eyes will turn on the innocent girl. And Freya, your BRIDE, will be the first to kill her. Whatâs to say that she isnât the one who sent that man after her yesterday?!â He yelled.
I shook my head. âShe wasnât the one.â
âYou canât be sure of that,â he answered with a scoff and shook his head. âAnd honestly, I donât know why I care so much for the human girl. I donât know why you care so much for the human girl too. It all ends in death. Itâs very clear already. As clear as day. Itâs either she dies, or someone turns her into one of us. Either ways, it ends with her dying.â