Chapter 127

Bellatrix turned around as fast as the wind blew by. When her eyes landed on the culprit, an unfamiliar lady, she frowned. "Who are you?" She asked. Damien took a few steps in front of her, almost instinctively pushing her behind him. "Did you just take a picture of us?" He questioned, looking between the phone and the lady who looked like she was frantically trying to hide the action she'd just committed. "Hey," Damien raised his voice, grabbing her attention. "What are you doing?" "I was just–" she began, for a second, it looked like she was hesitant to say the words, then, out of the blues, she took several steps forward, grinning like a crazy fan. "I'm so sorry, I don't mean to look like a creep, it's just...it's just that I'm a fan!" And she was a crazy fan. "A...fan?" Bellatrix echoed, stepping out from behind Damien. But he didn't allow her to walk too far off. A hand on her wrist stopped her beside him. The lady, or rather, the crazed fan, immediately saw this and without shame