“I wish to know if she’s all right.”
The professor watched me in silence long enough to become irritating.
“She is unharmed.”
Relief hit instantly.
Too strongly.
Professor Kenna definitely noticed.
Dangerous woman.
“She was upset,” I admitted carefully.
The corners of the professor’s mouth curved faintly.
“Mm.”
That sound alone made me suspicious.
“What?”
“She was not upset that you defended her.”
Warmth spread violently through my chest.
“She was upset,” Professor Kenna continued, “because you frightened her.”
Ice replaced the warmth instantly.
Fuck.
The word landed hard.
Because yes.
Of course I frightened her.
I was a fucking Monster.
I’d nearly torn apart a Werewolf in front of half the Institute over a few filthy comments.
And worse?
I would do it again.
Professor Kenna’s gaze softened slightly.
“Control, Mr. Blau,” she said quietly. “Possession without restraint becomes destruction.”
The words settled heavily into my bones.
Because deep down?
I knew she was right.
The terrifying part was—I wasn’t entirely sure I cared anymore.
