Emily’s POV

The glowing screen on the mahogany desk felt like a bucket of ice water dumped directly over my head.

Ethan: Em, we have to leave immediately. Professor is already in class.

I froze. Every single muscle in my body went rigid.

Daniel felt the sudden shift instantly. "Emily—"

"No!" I gasped, shoving against his chest with both hands. "No, no, no! Stop!"

I scrambled backward off the edge of the desk, my heels clattering against the hardwood floor. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I couldn't draw a full breath.

Daniel let out a heavy, frustrated breath, running a hand over his jaw. He sat...