Chapter 29: Took you longer than I expected.

"I was not going to contact them."

Lucian answered in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Good. Continue not doing so."

The younger lawyer placed a card on the desk.

"All communication will go through counsel."

The administrator beside them looked deeply uncomfortable.

The professor’s mouth was tight with anger. Naomi looked like she wanted to say more, but Lucian could see she was holding herself back for his sake.

That was when the three men turned and walked out, uncaring till the last second. The administrator and security followed.

The door closed and—

No one spoke.

Not a single person.

The professor stood frozen at the front of the class, every student staring at Lucian.

Lucian slowly sat down. He could still hear his own heartbeat loudly.

"Lucian..."

Naomi called out with a worried look on her face as she sat beside him.

Lucian looked at the desk.

Attempted murder.

The words kept repeating in his head.

Aggravated assault.

Civil action.

Legal representation.

Everything was moving too fast.

Let alone finding the demon and getting his revenge, he hadn’t even buried his parents yet.

Lucian closed his eyes.

For one brief moment, he was back in his house.

Blood everywhere, the demon standing in front of him with that same grin.

Ba-dump

His heartbeat quickened, Lucian opened his eyes again, the violet inside them glowing faintly.

This time with... fear.

As he sat in the class, with his hands resting on the desk, his heartbeat grew faster and faster.

Ba-dump

Ba-dump

Ba-dump

His breathing changed, and his body reacted in the worst way possible.

The perfume.

The sweat.

The shampoo.

Naomi’s scent beside him.

His body began to react to it all.

That familiar hunger stirred inside him, rising together with his panic. His blood felt hot, his skin became sensitive, his cock hardened painfully inside his pants, making his already shaken thoughts even messier.

Not right now.

Lucian closed his eyes.

His fingers dug into the wood of the desk.

Naomi noticed.

"Lucian..."

She spoke in a worried tone as she gently placed her hand over his.

That made it worse.

The moment her fingers touched him, heat rushed through his body. For one horrible second, his mind ran in a direction he did not want it to.

Lucian pulled his arm away.

Naomi froze.

Lucian stood up.

"Mr. Cross?"

The professor called out.

Lucian did not look at him.

"I need to leave."

He spoke in a rough voice.

"I’ll come with you."

Naomi stood up too.

"No."

Lucian spoke in a slightly higher voice.

Naomi stopped.

"Not right now..."

He groaned under his breath.

"Lucian, wait. Just breathe for a seco—"

"I said not right now."

He spoke even louder, then, not wanting to make a scene, he left.

The professor did not stop him either.

The moment Lucian stepped into the hallway, he moved faster. The hallway in front of him felt too narrow. Students moved aside as he walked past, some stared, some whispered, but he ignored them all.

His urges were still under his control, it wasn’t as bad as before—

But he couldn’t afford another mistake.

He needed to leave.

He needed to go home.

With that thought anchoring his mind, he rushed back, ignoring all the scents and the urges he felt all this while. By the time he reached his street, his condition was even worse.

His breathing was harder, his heartbeat was faster, his dick trembled violently, and his whole body felt like it was being bound by a force he couldn’t explain.

With trembling hands, he took out his keys and opened the door.

The lock clicked, he stepped inside—

Then he froze.

Another scent.

Another familiar scent that made his dick tremble even more strongly.

He looked up and saw a woman sitting on his sofa with one leg crossed over the other.

Claire Voss.

There was a file resting on her lap, her dark coat was perfectly neat, her hair was smooth, and her sharp grey eyes looked at him.

Lucian stared at her.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

Then the first normal thought he had in the last hour appeared.

How the hell did she get inside?

He looked at the door that was locked when he came here.

Then at Claire.

Soon, however, his mind abandoned that question.

It wasn’t important.

Not right now.

Because right now, he needed her.

She was connected to the hidden world, she knew the truth, she knew about demons, she knew enough to make police reports disappear, hospital bills vanish, and demonic murder look like something the world could swallow.

And right now, Lucian needed someone like that.

So when he saw her, he was relieved.

His body, however, was not.

His body noticed Claire, her curves, her lascivious body, her scent, her long legs, her cold eyes, her expressionless face that he wanted to break with pleasure.

The hunger he had been suppressing all this while he was outside stirred again. This time, much, much, much harder than before.

His purple eyes glowed dangerously.

"Not now..."

He spoke in a hoarse voice as his body trembled.

Claire looked at him.

First his face, his glowing purple eyes, then her eyes moved down, noticing his condition with cold, clinical directness.

"You have gotten yourself into quite a mess."

She commented.

Lucian stood in front of a chair, his fingers clinging to its wood.

Claire closed the file on her lap.

"Well, it took you longer than I expected."

"What...?"

He frowned.

Claire leaned back into the sofa.

"I expected you to collapse sooner."

"Is that... supposed to make me feel better?"

He asked with difficulty.

"No."

Lucian didn’t know what to say.

He just looked at her again, with hungry, desperate eyes. His thoughts moved past the hunger and strong urges he felt and thought about everything she did in the hospital.

"I need help."

He requested.

Claire just watched him, waiting for him to continue.

"The lawyers... the charges... the police... I do not know what to do. I can’t think straight."

He let his feelings out with difficulty, Claire continued looking at him for a while and then—

"Sit."

Claire gestured to the chair opposite her.

Lucian nodded and sat down.

"Tell me what happened."