For The Love Of History
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"If only you knew half the thoughts that run through my mind where you're concerned Octavia."
I noted how the grey in his eyes almost consumed the shades of blue. It reminded me of the stormy weather in the wake of the yearly hurricane storms that ravaged through the Caribbean.
"Everyone is staring," I whispered nervously.
"Let them..." he replied.
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Octavia is a young, mixed-race woman with the ability to see the exact moment of a person's death.
If that wasn't enough to deal with, she has to juggle maintaining good grades while also trying to figure out where she belongs since the concept of her racial identity has always been a sensitive topic for her.
Feeling out of place in the Caribbean, she decides to pursue a Masters in History at a university in Scotland, her mother's homeland. The moment Octavia meets Professor Graham MacAllister, everything changes.
For the first time in her life, she can't foresee a person's death and immediately becomes intrigued, curious as to what makes him so special.
Graham MacAllister is the youngest professor at his university.
Due to his age, he has taken on a more brooding persona so that his fellow colleagues and more so his students, take him seriously. In all his years of teaching, he has never crossed the line with any of his students.
However, things quickly become complicated when both Octavia and Graham realise that they're developing feelings for each other.
Will they engage in the forbidden, or will they be able to keep themselves in check?
🔅Rated PG16: Contains thematic issues, sexual content, language and possible triggers.
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