Hannah's POV
I haven't laid eyes on him for five days now, and it's glaringly apparent that he's been avoiding me ever since our last encounter turned into a scene straight out of a comedy-horror movie. The memory of it still lingers, refusing to fade into the background. It was bizarre, to say the least, like being caught in the middle of a surreal dream.
In those fleeting moments, I find myself reliving the chaos. "Get away from me...!" I had shouted, desperately attempting to disentangle myself from his grasp as I realized Luca's sudden absence. Yet, his demon, with an unsettling mix of humor and malice, persisted in Luca's place, displaying an uncanny expertise in his movements, especially in areas that left me feeling uncomfortably stimulated.
"Who do you crave, Hannah? Luca or me?
