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The professor in his Lyccan form just before he left—-

In a flash, everything became clear, and a cry escaped Kassia.

Yesterday she had been too tired to understand why that look in the wolf’s eyes had troubled her so, but now she knew. Just that one look, and it answered the rest of her questions. Why the professor had been a wolf since the moment she woke up, why the professor hadn’t wanted to talk about her confession the other night, and why he had been so darn sweet yesterday—-

Fear strangling her throat, she reached for her phone, fingers shaking as she typed a text message for the professor as quickly as she could.

Kassia:May I go to your office today, Professor?

The professor’s reply came a second later, and everything she feared came true.

Professor:I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Tears burned her eyes.

She remembered the look in the wolf’s eyes, and of course she knew now what it was. She knew now, when it was already too late. The professor had been telling her goodbye.

Kassia:This isn’t going to be forever, right?

Kassia:You’ll come back?

Kassia:Professor, please.

But there was no answer this time.

Chapter Six

“You look heartbroken,” Domenico commented when Alessandro entered his office.

His younger brother only shrugged, and the absence of any hotheaded response made Domenico frown.

Waiting until Alessandro was seated, he asked abruptly, “Something’s happened between you and Kassia?”

Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You speak as if you already know her.”

“I probably do,” Domenico answered, unruffled. “By knowing you, I already have a good idea about the kind of girl you’d fall for.” He saw his younger brother stiffen at his choice of words but when he didn’t refute it, Domenico realized that things had progressed further between Alessandro and his student.

This time, Domenico waited patiently, allowing the silence to continue.

“I get it now,” Alessandro heard himself say. He waited for his older brother to rub it in, but he didn’t.

Of coursehe didn’t.

This was the all-powerful and all-knowing Domenico Moretti, after all.

A few days ago, the words would’ve been sarcastic, but now it was the truth.

Hedidget it now, and because he did, he wished he had gotten it earlier.

Lifting his gaze to Domenico, he owed up to the truth, saying succinctly, “I get it now, and because I do, I know I fucked up.”

Ignoring his brother’s last words, he asked carefully, “What exactly do you get?”

Again, Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You want it in writing?”

“If you really get it now as you say, then you should know that Iamstill the brother you’ve always thought me to be. It would give me no pleasure at all to make you suffer endlessly.” Domenico’s eyes bored through him as he spoke.

The words struck home, and Alessandro grimaced. “Apologies.” He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I only said that out of habit, and perhaps out of...fear.”