The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Ian’s POV

The warehouse loomed in the distance, a dark, hulking structure against the night sky. It was nondescript, blending in with the industrial surroundings, but the whole atmosphere around it felt wrong. So wrong. We were close now—close to where they were holding Sophia. Every instinct screamed at me to charge in, to tear the place apart until I found her, but I knew that was exactly what they wanted. Charging in recklessly would get us all killed.

Jenny stood beside me, her face pale but determined. Jacob was on my other side, his jaw clenched in concentration as he surveyed the area. We had spent the last hour going over every possible scenario, every potential pitfall, but no matter how much we planned, the risk was enormous. These weren’t just ordinary humans we were up against—they were vampire hunters, and they knew exactly what they were doing.

“They’re expecting me to come alone,” I said, my voice low as we crouched behind the cover of an abandoned truck. “We have to make them think that’s what’s happening.”

Jenny nodded, her eyes flicking toward the warehouse. “I’ll go in first, distract them. They’ll be focused on me, which should give you and Jacob the opening you need.”

I hated the idea of sending Jenny in there alone, but we had agreed it was our best shot. She had insisted on being part of the plan, refusing to stay behind even when I’d tried to argue. And as much as I wanted to protect her, I knew we needed every advantage we could get.

“Just be careful,” I said, my voice tightening with worry. “They won’t hesitate to hurt you if they suspect anything.”

“I’ll be fine,” Jenny said with a small, reassuring smile. “Just make sure you get to Sophia in time.”

Jacob glanced at me, his expression grim. “We’ll get her out, Ian. No matter what.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of determination. There was no room for doubt, no time for second-guessing. Sophia was in there, and I wasn’t leaving without her.

We moved quickly and silently, making our way closer to the warehouse. As we approached, I could see the faint glow of lights through the grimy windows, hear the muffled voices of the hunters inside. My heart pounded in my chest, every nerve on edge as we prepared to execute our plan.

“Remember,” I whispered to Jenny as we crouched near the entrance, “you’re just there to buy us time. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.”

Jenny nodded, her expression determined. She reached out and gave my hand a quick squeeze before slipping away into the shadows, heading toward the side entrance we had scouted earlier. I watched her go, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Jenny was strong, capable. She had proved that so many times. She could handle herself.

Jacob and I waited, counting the seconds as Jenny made her way inside. The plan was simple: she would create a diversion, drawing the hunters’ attention away from the main area where we believed Sophia was being held. With them distracted, Jacob and I would slip in through the back, locate Sophia, and get her out before they knew what was happening.

It was a dangerous plan, but it was the best shot we had.

A few minutes passed, and then we heard it—a loud crash from inside the warehouse, followed by raised voices and the sound of hurried footsteps. Jenny had made her move.

“Now,” I hissed to Jacob, and we moved quickly, slipping through the back entrance and into the dimly lit corridor beyond.

The warehouse was a maze of old machinery, stacked crates, and narrow passageways. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, and every shadow seemed to pulse with hidden threats. My senses were on high alert, every sound and movement amplified as we crept deeper into the building.