Vincent Hale
PROFESSOR... The first time I ran into him, it was literally—books slipping, apologies tangled, his presence stealing the air from my lungs before I could even look twice. By the time I did, he was already walking away, just another stranger on campus. That afternoon, the stranger became Professor Vincent Hale. And days later, standing in my grandparents’ garden with the dusk pressing in around us, I realized he was about to become something far more dangerous than either of us had expected.
About Vincent Hale
PROFESSOR... The first time I ran into him, it was literally—books slipping, apologies tangled, his presence stealing the air from my lungs before I could even look twice. By the time I did, he was already walking away, just another stranger on campus. That afternoon, the stranger became Professor Vincent Hale. And days later, standing in my ...Read more