The Incubus System Chapter 1514. The Demon Hunter's First Love IV
The Incubus System Chapter 1514. The Demon Hunter's First Love IV
Nathan’s PoV
After a couple of minutes waiting in the taxi line, they finally got one.
Nathan still didn’t understand why waiting for a taxi felt more dangerous than fighting demons.
Maybe because demons usually tried to kill him directly.
This situation?
This one tried to kill him socially.
Damina opened the taxi door and shoved him inside first.
Not gently.
But she did it with enough care that his head didn’t hit the doorframe, so Nathan decided to count that as tenderness.
The kind of tenderness dangerous women used when they didn’t want to admit they cared.
Yes.
That made sense.
“Move,” she said.
Very romantic.
Nathan obeyed and slid inside, wincing when his ribs protested. Damina entered after him and shut the door with a tired sigh.
Only the two of them got in.
Emma, Olivia, Larry, and Ethan stayed behind.
Well, technically, Emma and Olivia seemed like they absolutely did not want to follow. They had the exhausted expressions of people who had already decided this situation was above their spiritual salary.
Larry, however?
Larry kept chasing. “Wait! Wait! Why him?!”
Olivia grabbed the back of his shirt.
Emma grabbed his arm.
Larry still tried to move forward like a tragic hero watching his lover leave with his worst enemy.
Ethan followed behind them too, looking sad. Like a good dog whose master had just been stolen by a wounded demon hunter.
Nathan glanced at him through the taxi window.
Ethan stood there quietly, shoulders lowered, eyes down, looking absolutely crushed.
Nathan almost felt bad. Then he remembered Ethan nodded like a good boy when Damina told him to behave.
Yeah.
No.
Damina belonged to no weak man.
Not that she belonged to Nathan either.
Obviously.
That would be arrogant.
But if there was a competition…
Well.
Nathan was injured, heroic, mysterious, and possibly chosen by fate.
Ethan looked like he would apologize to a door after opening it too hard.
The taxi driver looked at them through the rearview mirror. “Where to?”
Damina gave the address without hesitation.
Nathan’s house.
Street, number, everything.
The taxi driver nodded and started the car.
The taxi pulled away before he could ask.
Nathan turned his head and took a peek through the side mirror.
What he saw would stay in his memory forever.
Larry had dropped to his knees.
One hand raised toward the departing taxi.
His face looked broken-hearted.
As if he had been betrayed by love, friendship, destiny, and possibly public transportation.
Olivia stood beside him, fingers pressed to her temples like she was fighting a headache.
Emma huffed a long breath, both hands on her waist, her elf ears twitching with irritation.
Ethan sulked in silence. The poor guy looked like someone had taken his favorite blanket and told him it had eloped.
Nathan slowly turned forward again.
Oh yeah.
Those two guys were dramatic.
Especially Larry.
Nathan knew Larry had always been emotional, but this?
This was theater.
He glanced at Damina.
She sat beside the window, face turned outward, watching the city pass by.
The noon light poured through the glass and traced her profile in gold. It caught the curve of her cheek, the dark wave of her hair, the faint tiredness near her eyes.
Calm.
Cool.
Beautiful.
Okay. She was beautiful.
Nathan had already established that several times.
No need to keep repeating it.
His mind repeated it anyway.
A little tired then.
Maybe… lonely?
Nathan studied her carefully.
Her expression was hard to read. Damina looked like someone carrying a burden she refused to name. Her eyes were focused outside, but not on the street. It was as if she was staring through the moving city and into some private place inside herself.
Or maybe she was questioning her feelings.
That made Nathan’s heart beat faster.
Maybe she was sad because once they arrived at his house, they would separate.
Maybe she wanted to stay longer but had too much pride to say it.
Maybe… Wait.
Nathan’s thoughts screeched.
She knew his address. Not just a vague location.
She knew exactly where he lived.
This wasn’t coincidence.
This woman knew him.
She had to.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Damina continued looking outside, calm as ever. So she knew his address, but claimed they didn’t know each other.
Why?
Was she hiding her identity?
Was she connected to him from before?
Had she watched him?
His heartbeat picked up.
He wanted to ask.
Really.
He wanted to turn toward her and say, ‘How do you know where I live? Who are you really? Why did you save me?’
But asking now would be foolish.
She would deny it for sure.
A woman like Damina would never admit her secrets just because he asked directly.
She would probably look away, cheeks faintly red, and say something like ‘You shouldn’t ask what you shouldn’t’.
Nathan’s imagination immediately became dangerous.
In his mind, Damina turned from the window, her sharp eyes softening for only him. Her voice lowered, almost a whisper.
‘I know more about you than you think, Nathan.’
Then she would look embarrassed.
Not embarrassed.
Defensive.
A tsundere reaction.
She would scoff, turn away, and say she only memorized his address because it was convenient.
But beneath that?
Obsession.
Nathan’s eyes widened slightly.
That was it.
Damina was obsessed with him.
But she was shy.
The kind of woman who saved a man, mocked him, refused help, knew his home address, and acted cold because if she showed too much emotion, the whole car might combust from romance.
It made terrifying sense.
Damina was a tsundere mixed with yandere.
A very powerful combination.
Nathan swallowed.
Fine.
If she wouldn’t confess, he would reward her a little.
Not too much.
He was still a disciplined man.
But a small kindness.
A small moment.
Something she could remember when they parted.
He shifted closer.
Just a little.
Damina didn’t move.
She kept looking out the window.
Nathan’s heart beat faster.
He moved closer again.
Still no response.