Semua Bab He Is Mine: Bab 161 - Bab 170

Dante’s POV“I still can’t believe it, such great news,” my mom said as she turned the car out of our street, her hands firm on the wheel.The evening rain had left the roads shiny, streetlights reflecting off the slick pavement. “A professional soccer team, Dante. Your friend is about to be scouted. That is incredible.”I shifted in my seat, trying not to grin too much. “Yeah, it is.”Mom glanced at me, her smile warm. “You sound proud.”I hesitated, looking out the window at the passing buildings. “I am. He’s one of the most talented players I know. He deserves it.”Her laugh was soft. “You really do admire him, don’t you? I can always tell when you talk about him. Your voice changes.”I felt heat crawl up my neck. “Mom…”“What? I’m just saying,” she teased gently. “You should be there for him. Moments like these don’t come often.”“That’s exactly why we’re going,” I said, forcing a casual tone though my chest was stirring with something deeper.“He does not know we’re coming. I wan

Asher’s POV“Hey, check this,” I said without thinking, my thumb pausing mid-scroll as the screen froze on a headline I wished I hadn’t seen.Dante was at his desk, trying to sort through his books, trying to study though I could tell his mind was still on what had happened the night before. He turned, frowning when he saw my face. “What is it?”I swallowed, tilting the phone toward him. The headline stretched across the top of the live news broadcast, the anchor’s voice clear even without me raising the volume.Vice Chancellor Escapes Custody, Police Baffled by Sudden Disappearance.The anchor read the prepared lines, her voice professional but edged with the disbelief of someone struggling to explain the impossible. “Despite being under heavy guard, George Clayton vanished from his holding cell early this morning. No signs of forced entry, no broken cameras, no indication of outside help. Authorities remain confused about how a man described as dangerous and unstable could simply

Dante’s POV“Do you really think I should do it?” my mother asked nervously, her eyes fixed on the folded application form lying on the kitchen table. I leaned against the counter, watching her fingers drum nervously on the surface. She was not usually one to hesitate, but this decision had her caught between doubt and determination.“You have been teaching and guiding students your entire life, Mom,” I said, trying to sound steady even though the decision was heavy pressing on me too. “Why shouldn’t you apply? You know the system better than anyone.”She gave me a long look, as though testing whether I was just saying it to make her feel better. “It is not that simple, Dante. You remember what happened to Clayton. They destroyed him. Stripped him of everything and left him with nothing but shame.” Her voice dropped lower, almost like she was speaking to herself. “A position like that comes with a lot of problems, sometimes it could even be cursed.”I walked over and sat beside her,

Asher’s POV“Have you noticed something recently?” I asked quietly as Dante and I walked across the courtyard after classes. The sun was going down, painting the walls of the main building in orange. Students lingered around in small groups, guys with their babes and all that sort of thing. Dante shoved his hands into his pockets, frowning. “Noticed what?”“Your mom was usually the heart of everything, she was the party and all that, but now people go silent when she walks into a room.” I said. “And they whisper after she leaves.”His jaw dropped, but he did not answer immediately. A group of staff passed us, their conversation cutting short the moment they saw us. One of them gave a polite smile, but it was not genuine. When they walked away, I caught a phrase drifting back, ‘just like I said’ before it faded into the distance.Dante exhaled slowly. “I thought I was imagining it. She hasn’t said anything to me, but I can see it. The looks and the notes. She even found one in her

Asher’s POV“You don’t know what you’re asking me for,” I said. He kept this cute baby-ish face that would make anyone he is requesting something from feel obligated to give him.I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to steady the chaos in my head. “You think this is strength, Dante? You think this is some weapon you can pick up and drop when it suits you? Once it happens, you can’t take it back. You’ll wake up every day with hunger you can’t explain. You’ll hear things you are less interested in and smell blood before you even see it. And when it consumes you, because it will, you’ll realize you’ve given up more than you ever imagined.”Dante leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “You think I have not thought about all that? You think I don’t know how dangerous this is? I do. But none of that matters when I close my eyes and see my mother’s face everywhere I turn, hear people talking about her, laughing about her. She earned this position and in one night Mateo decided to s