Chapter 32 Unmasked
"What are you talking about, Mr. Oakley? I don't know anything about that," Professor Kendall replied, her voice wavering. She forced a calm expression, but it was clear the accusation had unsteadied her.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to my next class." She tried to turn away, but the crack in her composure showed in her hands, trembling slightly as she gathered her things. Ross watched, amused, as she fumbled with the papers on her desk, a few slipping from her grip and scattering across the floor. He leaned down to help, scooping them up with exaggerated care, savoring the subtle panic in her eyes as they avoided his.
Just as she regained her footing, he leaned in close, his voice a whisper that cut straight to the bone.