Whatever happened was too blurry for Theodora to catch, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in an even darker place... like an alley or something, and a large body had her pressed against the wall.
Soft, steady breaths came out of their lips, and she inhaled the body's scent.
Another smile formed on her lips, "I knew it," she murmured, "Professor, you...,"
His palm suddenly pressed over her mouth to keep her quiet, and then, she heard the screeching noise again.
She looked up at his blue eyes staring down at her face, and his expression made her giggle again.
Why does he look so shocked?!
She blinked at him through the rain, her pupils dilated and glassy from the wine. That scent of wine, smoke, and mint was unmistakable, along with the cold energy he carried.
She wanted to speak again, but his palm was over her lips, firm and commanding. Lightning illuminated the alleyway for a moment, and she saw that he was wearing a mask.
Black and Golden.
