The Incubus System Chapter 1512. The Demon Hunter's First Love II

The Incubus System Chapter 1512. The Demon Hunter's First Love II

Nathan’s PoV

The male students continued staring.

Nathan’s tired body somehow found the energy to glare.

One student quickly looked away.

Good. Even injured, Nathan was still Nathan.

The woman muttered, “Don’t start a fight.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You looked like you were about to declare war on the vending machine boys.”

“They were staring.”

“At me.”

“Yes.”

“So?”

Nathan opened his mouth.

Closed it.

What was the correct answer?

‘So I dislike it’ sounded possessive.

‘So it is disrespectful’ sounded like a lecture.

‘So I might kill them’ was socially unacceptable.

He chose silence.

The woman smiled to herself.

Infuriating.

They crossed the corridor toward the main exit. More students stared. Some whispered. A few looked confused because neither of them looked like ordinary students there. Nathan was pale, bruised, dressed like he had lost a duel with gravity. The woman looked like a mysterious stranger who had stepped out of a dark romance novel and accidentally wandered into campus administration.

Then two women stopped in front of them.

One human.

One elf.

Both students.

Nathan recognized the elf girl after a second.

Emma.

The human beside her must be Olivia. Her best friend.

Olivia’s eyes widened the moment she saw the woman supporting Nathan. “Eth—” She stopped herself so abruptly her mouth snapped shut.

Nathan narrowed his eyes.

Eth?

The woman beside him stiffened. Only slightly.

But Nathan felt it because he was leaning on her.

Emma’s smile appeared. Awkward. Very awkward. “Uh…” Her gaze moved from Nathan to the woman, then back again. “Dami…”

The woman’s eyes sharpened.

Emma’s brain visibly changed direction in the middle of the road. “Damina.” A beat. “Yeah. Damina. What are you doing here?”

Nathan looked at the woman.

Damina.

So that was her name.

It fit her.

Dark. Elegant. Feminine but not fragile.

His heart did the stupid thing again.

Damina smiled. It was sweet. Too sweet. A smile full of murder wearing lipstick. “I found this drunk man.”

Nathan’s head snapped toward her. “I am not drunk.”

All three women looked at him.

The elf raised an eyebrow.

Olivia pressed her lips together like she was trying not to laugh.

Damina patted his chest. A little too casually.

Nathan froze.

“Of course. You’re very sober,” Damina said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Out of all possible opponents, you decided to duel a chair… and lost.”

Emma blinked.

Olivia’s eyes widened. Then Olivia covered her mouth.

Nathan’s face burned. “I did not lose to a chair!”

Damina looked at Emma and Olivia with tragic seriousness. “It was a very powerful chair.”

Emma made a choking sound.

Olivia turned away, shoulders shaking.

Nathan felt his soul leave his body.

This was worse than injury.

This was social death.

He tried to stand straighter, but pain stabbed through his ribs and he nearly buckled again. Damina caught him more properly this time, her arm sliding around his waist.

Nathan’s breath caught.

Too close.

Way too close.

Her body pressed against his side, soft warmth through fabric, and his mind immediately sounded every alarm it owned.

Danger.

Beautiful woman.

Close contact.

Unknown identity.

Possible kindness.

Worst category.

Damina glanced at him. “Don’t faint. And why are you blushing?”

“I have a fever.”

Emma’s gaze sharpened slightly, not at Nathan, but at Damina. “So… are you taking him somewhere?”

“Home,” Damina said quickly. “Taxi.”

Olivia tilted her head. “A taxi?”

“Yes.”

“You?”

Damina’s smile twitched. “What’s wrong with taxi?”

“Nothing,” Olivia said, very carefully. “Just… surprising.”

Nathan looked between them.

Something was happening.

He could feel it.

A hidden conversation beneath the conversation.

Emma knew Damina.

Olivia also knew Damina.

But they were acting strange.

Not fear exactly.

More like they had found a dragon wearing a café apron and decided not to mention the scales.

Nathan’s instincts stirred. “Who are you?” he asked Damina again.

She turned to him with that same sweet smile. “Your rescuer.”

“That is not a name.”

“It is today.”

Emma coughed.

Olivia looked like she might explode from swallowed questions.

Damina shifted Nathan’s weight and said, “Anyway, lovely meeting. We should go.”

Emma stepped slightly aside, but her eyes stayed on Damina. “Do you need help?”

“No.”

Nathan looked at Damina.

That answer surprised him more than it should have.

Because she clearly needed help.

She could have asked for help.

She could have told the police.

Called an ambulance.

Left him on the rooftop and walked away like any normal stranger.

Then he would no longer be her problem.

But she didn’t.

She took him.

She held him.

She decided to bring him home herself.

Nathan’s heart gave another strange, dangerous beat.

Ah. So that was it.

Damina had feelings for him.

The thought arrived with the confidence of a man who had lost one duel, several memories, and possibly common sense.

Yes. That had to be the explanation.

Why else would a beautiful woman insist on helping him alone?

She probably didn’t want to say it.

Maybe she was shy.

Not in the obvious way. Damina did not look like the kind of woman who blushed and hid behind curtains.

A woman like that would never confess first.

She would help silently.

Mock him harshly.

Pretend she didn’t care.

But deep down?

Clearly, she cared.

Nathan swallowed. His face warmed again.

Emma pressed her lips together. Olivia  looked away like she was trying not to laugh too loudly.

Nathan’s pride suffered another wound.

A male voice came from the corridor behind them. “Hey, guys, what are you doing here?”

Nathan turned his head.

Two male students approached.

One was Larry.

Nathan recognized him instantly.

Larry took one look at Nathan and immediately stopped walking.

His face drained.

He flinched like someone had just thrown a snake at him.

His eyes went from Nathan’s bruised face, to Damina’s arm around him, to Nathan leaning against her, then back to Damina.

Then Larry frowned.

Confusion crossed his face first.

Then recognition.

Then betrayal. Deep betrayal.

The kind usually reserved for tragic operas, royal poisoning, or discovering someone ate your last dessert.