Eyes locked, lips drawn into a tight line, Lucy glared at the only other person in the room.

Her professor.

She hadn’t come here out of obligation—only curiosity. His early-morning or rather last night text had puzzled her, especially after Jeremy filled her in on what happened at the party last night.

A message she later checked—formal, distant, almost robotic. Definitely not her style. Not after the amount she drank. She could barely remember anything from the night, and that terrified her. Even more terrifying: her professor had somehow been involved.

Why the hell had he even been at that party?

Now she stood in his office, not the music...