The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Jenny’s POV

The car ride home was a blend of panic and fear. I kept my hand on Sophia’s arm, checking for any sign of life, but her skin was cold, and her breathing was so shallow it was barely there. Every time I looked at her, my heart squeezed with dread. She was unconscious, completely unresponsive, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

We finally pulled up to the house, and Jacob barely had the car in park before Ian was out of the driver’s seat, moving faster than I could track with his vampire speed. He yanked the door open, scooping Sophia into his arms as if she weighed nothing. His face was the definition of fury and worry, along with other dark emotions swirling in his eyes.

“Get the door!” Ian barked, his voice sharp and eyes as cold as glaciers.

I scrambled out of the car, fumbling with the keys as I raced to unlock the front door. My hands were shaking so badly that it took me a couple of tries, but I finally got it open, and Ian rushed past me, carrying Sophia inside.

He laid her gently on the couch, his movements careful despite the urgency in the air. I hovered nearby, feeling helpless and useless. Sophia looked so pale, so fragile, and I had no idea what to do. She needed help—real help, and it killed me that I couldn’t be the one to help.

“Ian, what do we do?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Ian didn’t answer me. It was like he didn’t hear me at all. He was focused on Sophia, his hands hovering over her as if he could will her back to consciousness through sheer force of will. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck tight with tension.

“She’s still breathing,” Jacob said from behind me, his voice low and steady. He stepped closer, placing a hand on Ian’s shoulder. “She just needs time to recover. We got her out of there. That’s what matters.”

Ian didn’t move, didn’t even blink. He was staring down at Sophia like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. And to him, she was. It would have been adorable under different, better circumstances.

“Ian,” I said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “She’s going to be okay.”

He finally looked up at me, his eyes dark and angry. “We don’t know that, Jenny. She’s been through hell. They kept her dosed with vervain for days. It’s a miracle she’s still alive.”

The fear in his voice was enough to send a fresh wave of panic through me. Ian was always so in control, so composed even in the worst of situations. If he was scared, then things were really bad.

“We need to get her some blood,” Jacob said, his voice practical. “It’ll help her heal faster.”

“I’ll go get some,” I offered. I just wanted to do something, anything to help. “We have some in the fridge, right?”

Ian nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave Sophia. I ran to the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. As I opened the fridge and grabbed a blood bag, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. What if she didn’t wake up? What if the damage was too much, even for her?

When I returned to the living room, Ian was still sitting beside Sophia, holding her hand in his. His expression was unreadable, but there was so much intensity in his eyes as he stared down at her.

“Here,” I said, handing him the blood bag.

Ian took it from me, carefully pressing the edge of the bag to Sophia’s lips. “Come on, Sophia,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Drink.”