I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 310

Third Person POV

The darkness that consumed Rachel fed off the fear that Ella was feeling. She tried her best to hide it, but even Rachel knew that Ella’s fear was evident. The color had completely drained from her perfect features and as much as she tried to blink them away, Rachel could see the moisture in her eyes.

She wanted to cry.

“It’s been you this whole time…” Ella breathed, still trying to wrap her head around the facts.

Rachel didn’t have to confirm, Ella already knew the truth. Her intuition was telling her the truth. As much as Rachel wanted to go to her friend and comfort her, the darkness wouldn’t allow her. She was consumed by it. She felt all sorts of anger and hopelessness. She gave into the darkness long ago; even before it’s been conjured. She was an easy target for it to take as a vessel. She wasn’t surprised.

“Please say something…” Ella whispered. Rachel could hear the desperation in her voice.

“What is there for me to say?” Rachel asked, her voice emotionless and dry. It made Ella wince; she had never heard Rachel sound this way before and she didn’t like it.

“I want you to tell me it’s not true… that you didn’t kill those people. That you didn’t kill Scott.”

“I didn’t kill Scott,” Rachel quipped. “But I would have if I could. I only framed him. I made him believe he was the one who killed those people.”

A stray tear escaped from Ella’s eye as she stared at Rachel.

“You were the one who sent him to jail…” Ella said hoarsely. “Which means you were the one who killed him.”

Her voice had gone dry and bitter by the end of that sentence. Rachel couldn’t argue or deny those facts, so she remained quiet.

Ella was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, trying to process all that’s been exposed to her, replaying this past week in her mind, trying to figure out how she didn’t see what was right in front of her. She didn’t even notice the door of the bedroom had opened and Raymond, Rachel’s father, was standing behind her.

He was staring directly at the back of her head; his eyes trailing down her narrow back and across the nape of her neck. He held the syringe tightly in his grip as a glimmer of humor spread across his thin lips.

Rachel hadn’t meant to give him this idea, but she did. It was right after he tried to give her the syringe, hours before the banquet.

“Ella is smart, she will be able to see through me a mile away. I won’t be able to stick her with that thing,” Rachel said, refusing to take the syringe.

This angered Raymond, but he had to agree with his daughter. He furiously paced back and forth, knowing that both of their lives were at stake.

But then he paused, and a smile snaked his lips. He looked at Rachel who was pale as a ghost and feeling sick to her stomach.

“Then you won’t be the one to inject her with this,” he said, holding up the syringe. “You will be the distraction…and I will inject her.”

Rachel was brought back to the present moment when Ella let out a small sob.

“Rachel… whatever is going on… let me help you,” she pleaded.

But Rachel knew there was no helping her right now.

She closed her eyes and looked away. Just as Ella was about to say something else, Raymond stabbed her as hard as she could in the neck with the syringe.

At first, Ella seemed to be consumed by shock. Her eyes grew large and round as she tried to process what had just happened. Then a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes flickered to Rachel.

Ella reached up to touch the syringe in her neck and at first, Rachel didn’t think the wolf’s bane was going to work. Maybe she was too strong of a Volana for it to take effect. Even her father began to look nervous.

Ella opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. And then, her body began to quiver uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, shocking Rachel to the core.

Had they killed her?

The darkness was going to be pissed and probably kill them too. Not that it mattered anymore; Rachel didn’t deserve to live after everything she had done. Her thoughts might be her own, but her actions and words certainly aren’t. It’s like she’s standing on the outside, watching herself do these horrific things and she can’t do anything about it.

Ella fell to her knees; her eyes fluttered shut and then she fell to the ground.

Raymond looked relieved and let out a sigh.

“Is she alive?” Rachel asked, her voice sounding unfamiliar and raw.

Raymond bent beside her to feel her pulse on the side of her neck and after a moment, he nodded.

“Her pulse is faint, but she’s alive.”

Before Rachel could say anything, she was stopped when the voice began to speak.

“You have done well,” the voice said. It took a minute for Rachel to realize that she was speaking out loud so Raymond could hear her as well.