Dark Path to Heaven [Demon Romance]

Chapter 8

Chapter Music: "Frostglimmer" by Derek Fiechter

When I gave myself a moment for introspection, I was hit by the truth of his statement. All the fake strength I had mustered in order to quickly find my way back was now shattering, leaving unshed tears. Only then was I able to realize how terrified I had been. Let's face it. I was definitely not a brave person. But why did he have to see me like this again?!

There was a difference, though, this time. I didn't feel the need to cry due to the fear of losing solitude but because of something far more serious: the fear for my own life (if I were to voice the greatest concern in my head). Because what was calmness in front of physical integrity? To me, it was trivial. I loved life dearly and I hated the idea of losing it or somehow staining it irrevocably.

"That's more like you," he grinned but soon his expression turned harsh. "How long have you been wandering here?"

"A few minutes before your class started, I think. But why did you search for me? And how did you find me?" I would keep talking if it weren't for my exhaustion.

He didn't speak. Instead, he took my hand in his for a couple of seconds and then left it. What was that?

"Let's go," he said and started walking down some random path. Not long later we had both left the forest.

How did we find the correct way so easily?!

"Don't look so surprised," he guessed my thoughts glancing at my face. "There are some things we should discuss and this must be done now," his gaze turned dark and icy.

I also had some things to say but I was too tired for a whole discussion now. Besides, I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with him, even though he had saved me.

"You're hungry, right?" he asked without really expecting an answer. "Let's talk at the restaurant then."

And that was it. My curiosity won over my exhaustion and reluctance and I decided I might as well go along with his plan. He was the one who had insisted so he wouldn't mind answering some of my questions, would he?

After having reached the top floor, we sat at a table in the restaurant and I ordered something to eat. Apparently, he was not hungry. Just great. I would be the only one eating. And just as I thought I had started to overcome the embarrassment he was causing me.

At least, the atmosphere in that place was so relaxing that my previous tiredness had already started to wear off. The chairs were comfortable and it was warm. Whatever that man had done to make me feel bad, I couldn't help but feel grateful for him allowing me to relax at such a place at that moment. To think that if he hadn't come, I would still be wandering out there in the dark...

"Thanks for saving me," I mumbled looking downwards to hide my shyness.

When I heard no answer, though, I raised my eyes again to check his expression. His powerful gaze was had now turned perplexed and he was clearly doubting me. What was so difficult to understand? Hadn't he heard such things from his fans – or anyone – before?

Not long later, the waiter brought me the food I ordered and I pushed myself to eat, doing my best not to humiliate myself in front of him. Ugh. Why did I have to be so self-conscious?!

As if having read my thoughts – or maybe by closely observing my actions – a devilish half smile appeared on his face. Bring it on. What is it this time?

"You're easily scared, I see," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Maybe so, but you're a bit scary yourself." What a strange conversation to have with one's professor.