E L L O R A
“Ellora…”
I hear his voice from somewhere around the mansion.
It's like his voice sweeps over me covering me with a protective shield. I don't feel impure anymore. I don't feel dirty anymore. I don't feel helpless anymore.
Mostly, I get back the urge to fight again.
All because I hear his voice.
With all the force I can gather, I push him.
Not expecting this sudden push, he stumbles back a few steps.
That's all the time I need to rush away from his hold.
“Ellora?” Professor Langdon's voice greets me from the threshold. Tall and dark, he looks slightly confused.
Both my hands wrap around his left hand tightly the moment I reach him.
“I am sorry I tried to run away. Lock me in your room. I won't try to run away again. I promise.” I say slightly breathless.
He assesses the man infront who was all over me a minute ago. His face hardens, his jaw taut.
But the moment his eyes look down at me, his face softens.
He removes a strand of my hair behind my ear, as his eyes bore into mine. “Are you alright?”
My hands clamp down onto his arm, as I swallow the truth. Then I nod at him.
His face doesn't reveal if he believes me or not. His frown deepens, as his voice lowers an octave.
“What happened?”
My eyes nervously flicker towards the man who had cornered me. But the man in front of me is way too captivating for me to look at another man when he is in the same room, no less plastered to me.
I clutch his fingers tightly, calming my nerves a little in his strength and hardness.
“Please professor, can you please take me back to the room? Please?" I don't care about anything at the moment other than going away from the man across the room.
Thankfully, professor Langdon doesn't insist on the answer and takes me back to his room.
We walk silently until we reach the door to his room. I almost rush inside, very contrary to the last time I was here.
After taking a deep breath, I turn around.
Professor Langdon leans against the door, his arms crossed across his chest, a deep frown marring his face.
“What were you doing with Cage, Ellora?”
Cage, I presume, is the name of the slick bastard who tried to touch me.
One look at professor Langdon, and it makes me want to rush in his arms and let all out to him. The Coven, the thousand pairs of hands, Cage just now…how they all think it's that easy to just touch me.
But if I open my mouth right now, I am going to sob. I don't think I'll be able to keep my cool.
So I play nonchalant. “Nothing.” I shrug. “We just happened to be in the same room. Coincidence.”
He raises a brow.
When I don't elaborate, he pushes off the door and walks towards me. More like prowls his way towards me like a hunter.
“Look Ellora. I am a very patient man. But even my patience has a limit. What. Happened. With. Cage just now?”
He walks closer to me, and it takes my all to not step back from him. I need to stand my ground.
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My Dark Scientist
RomanceShe thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but. ~~~ 🖤 ~~~ Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing wi...
