Thierry pushed a change of clothes through the bars. “Can you please get dressed? I am going to bring in a guest who is not allowed to see you naked.”
“Are you sure you want me to cover up?” Nix dragged a hand over her inner thigh and laid it on top of her wetness. “You don’t want to see how wet your mate gets?”
“Not when she is enchanted to love another man.”
Nix scowled and shot back, “I’m wet thinking about Adar anyway. Have you figured out a way to bring him back?”
“Just a way to bringyouback. Now get dressed.”
“Fuck you, professor.”
Thierry narrowed his silver eyes on her, and another jolt of arousal jabbed into her side. Okay, so the studly professor was sexy. That did not mean she was being unfaithful to Adar just from looking at him.
“Such language,” Thierry muttered under his breath.
His throat sounded hoarse. Like he was thirsty for something only she could give him. The way he spoke, it felt like he wantedhersoothingly coating the back of his throat.
He asked, “You would talk to a superior like that?”
“I don’t see a superior,” she said, feeling mischievous and naughty. “I see a man who is trying to ignore how hard his dick is at the sight of me like this. I bet you want to jerk off just looking at how slick I am.”
Thierry pressed his lips into a thin line of disapproval. “Put the uniform on; I am bringing him in.”
Nix pouted but stood and stepped into the skirt. She threw on the blouse and sassily waved a hand down her dressed body. “Okay, I’m decent. Professor Bowen can come in now.”
“Professor Bowen was fired yesterday, apparently,” Thierry stated in a vexed tone. “But the new potions professor agreed to assist.”
“Fired?” Nix sobered a bit at the thought. She had liked Professor Bowen.
Thierry opened the door and leaned outside of it, “Okay, thank you, she is ready now.”
An older man wearing black slacks and a light gray button-down walked inside.
And Nix’s heart stopped.
No.
The man lifted a folded white lab coat like it was show-and-tell and said, “I came prepared.”
No. Nix could not breathe.
He moved to a counter and emptied his pockets of several vials and tiny jars of potion ingredients.
No.
He whistled an eerily familiar tune as he shoved his arms into the white lab coat and tugged it on.
“NO.” Nix grabbed at the bars again, letting them burn her. “NO. Let me out. I am fine.”
It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him.
CHAPTER 26
“I’m not enchanted anymore; I’m fine,” Nix yelped and pulled at the bars that burned her flesh.
“Stop touching them,” Thierry warned her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her fingers from the bars.
“I don’t understand,” Nix cried. In her cage. In front of her future captor and torturer.The scientist. Her malicious, sadistic keeper.
