The Incubus System Chapter 1515. The Demon Hunter's First Love V
The Incubus System Chapter 1515. The Demon Hunter's First Love V
Nathan’s PoV
Her shoulder remained turned toward the glass, one arm resting near the door, posture relaxed but tired.
Nathan interpreted this silence carefully.
Maybe she was testing him.
Maybe she wanted him to take initiative.
That sounded plausible.
He moved closer again.
Their sleeves brushed.
His heart kicked against his ribs hard enough to worsen his injuries.
Damina still did not react.
Her scent reached him again.
Clean.
Dark.
Sweet.
A little dangerous.
His mind short-circuited.
He shifted one more time.
Their legs pressed together.
Nathan froze.
His whole body went hot.
His injuries disappeared from his awareness for one glorious second and were replaced by one thought.
‘Soft…’
Then immediate panic.
Not soft.
He was a warrior.
He did not think things like that.
He was simply aware of proximity.
Damina finally turned her head. Slowly.
Her eyes lowered to where their legs touched.
Then lifted to his face.
She frowned. A tired, irritated, murderous frown. Maybe this was part of the tsundere performance.
“There is still a lot of space there,” she said.
Nathan opened his mouth.
Damina’s glare sharpened. “Are you trying to kick me out of the car?”
His mouth stayed open.
No words came.
Because her eyes clearly said one thing ‘Get lost’.
Nathan moved away immediately.
Fast. So fast his ribs screamed again.
He pressed himself against the opposite side of the seat like a man escaping holy judgment.
His heart beat even faster.
Damn. Only the Great Demon had ever made him feel this way before.
But with the Great Demon, it had been hatred.
The urge to fight until one of them fell.
This? This was different.
This was a battlefield without swords.
A duel where every glance hit harder than a blade.
A strange heat under his skin that made him feel like both hunter and hunted.
Nathan stared forward, trying to recover his dignity.
The taxi driver glanced at him through the mirror.
Then glanced at Damina.
Then wisely said nothing.
Damina sighed and turned back to the window. “You really are troublesome.”
Nathan looked at her side profile.
Troublesome.
The word should have annoyed him.
Instead, it sounded strangely intimate.
Like she had already accepted the trouble.
She was tired, yes, but not leaving.
His confidence slowly returned.
Not fully. But enough to be stupid again.
“Damina.”
“What?”
“Have we met before?”
Her shoulder stiffened.
So he was right.
The question landed.
Damina didn’t look at him.
“No.”
Too fast.
Definitely suspicious.
Nathan’s heart beat again. “You knew my address.”
Damina didn’t even blink.
“You told me when you were half-conscious.”
Nathan froze.
“I did?”
She finally turned from the window and looked at him.
Deadpanned.
“Yes.”
The confidence in that single word was terrifying.
Flat enough that arguing with it felt like trying to punch a wall and apologize to the wall afterward.
Nathan frowned, searching his foggy memories. He remembered pain. Light. A rooftop. Her face. Her arm around him. The insulting chair story.
Had he told her his address?
Maybe.
His memory was damaged enough that he couldn’t deny it with full confidence.
That was dangerous.
A man should always know what he revealed to a beautiful woman while half-conscious.
Especially a woman like Damina.
Because she looked like the kind of person who could take one sentence and use it as blackmail, medicine, or flirtation depending on her mood.
“I see,” Nathan said slowly.
Damina’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t.”
“I might.”
“You absolutely don’t.”
He opened his mouth again.
“How much did I—”
“No more.” The command came quick.
Soft, but sharp.
Nathan blinked.
Damina turned back toward the window, her face angled away from him.
“No more questions.”
He studied her profile.
The sunlight slid across her cheek and caught the faint color there.
Wait.
Was she blushing?
His mind stopped.
Then restarted with much worse ideas.
She wasn’t looking at him.
Her posture was too stiff.
Her voice had been too quick.
No more questions.
Don’t ask.
Don’t dig.
Don’t wreck this moment.
Ah… Nathan understood.
Or at least he thought he did, which was usually where disaster started putting on shoes.
Damina had created a fragile moment between them.
A quiet taxi ride.
A beautiful woman pretending not to care while bringing him home herself.
If he pushed too much, if he demanded answers too directly, he would ruin the delicate emotional atmosphere she was clearly trying to preserve.
Maybe she wanted to sit beside him without needing to explain why she had helped him.
That was very womanly.
Also very mysterious.
Nathan, despite everything, was not a brute.
He knew when to press an enemy.
He knew when to step back from a wounded ally.
And apparently, he now knew when a dangerous woman wanted him to shut up and enjoy the tension.
So like a good man, he shut up.
The taxi hummed around them.
Outside, the city moved through noon heat, cars crawling, motorbikes weaving, sunlight bouncing off glass windows and shop signs. Inside, the air felt smaller.
Warmer.
Not because of the weather.
Because Damina sat beside him.
Their shoulders were close enough that if he shifted even slightly, they might touch again.
The moment.
His chest tightened.
Nathan looked down at his hands.
Bruised knuckles.
Scraped fingers.
A body that felt like it had fought something much bigger than furniture.
He should be worried.
He should question the missing memories.
He should ask why Larry had looked betrayed, why Emma and Olivia had panicked, why Ethan had obeyed Damina like a puppy who just lost ownership papers.
Instead, Nathan stole one careful glance at her.
Damina continued looking outside.
Pretending indifference so perfectly that it circled back into suspicious.
He looked away before she caught him.
His heartbeat did not calm.
Damn it.
This was different.
Fighting the Great Demon had made his blood burn with hatred and purpose.
Sitting beside Damina made his blood burn too, but in a far more confusing direction.
And honestly?
Nathan wasn’t sure which one was more dangerous.