Bravery and stupidity has a very fine line between them. I was brave. Or at least, that's what I thought. But more than brave, I was impulsive. I reacted faster than my mind could have thought. So when I walked towards the exit of the diner, I walked like Hades Black didn't had legs. I kept walking like he wouldn't chase me like a hungry lion.
And he did.
My back met the walls of the diner faster than I could've processed. And when my eyes met his, I saw him smiling. Not in humor. Not in amusement. He was far away from being amused. If anything, he looked torn between smacking the s**t out of me or reward me for my bravery. Instead he chose to smile. Because that way he could scare me more than anything else.
"Testing me, Lazarus?" He asked me, taking the keys from my fingers and shov
