Resisting the urge to grit his teeth in frustration as Léana bolted in the direction of the café, Matthias immediately went after her.
Maybe she's right, the nagging sensation came forth from the back of his mind,
this guy might just need some guidance. In spite of this notion, the immortal couldn't get the image of the man's face -- twisted in uncontrollable rage -- out of his mind.
I'm too old for this, he sighed to himself as he ducked under another hedge-arch, this one he knew would lead him to the café's back door. He hoped desperately that the site would be clear. He didn't want to jeopardize the one steady commitment he'd made since Sarah had died by brandishing his sword in front of his students.