The armored door closed, sealing out the street noise and dampening the electric tension we had left behind at the Promise Club. Loky, was already moving before even clicking his seatbelt.
In the backseat, I stopped pretending to be helpless.
— Ow... — I complained, letting go of the sword's scabbard to clutch my right thumb. — Damn it, that stings.
Jun-ho, who was checking messages on his tablet, turned his face toward me. Seeing the pout I was making while squeezing my injured finger, he let out one of those low, genuine laughs that always made my stomach do a flip.
— I warned you — he commented, unable to hide his amusement. — "Don't cut your finger."
— I was making a scene! — I defended myself, annoyed, but blinking to ward off the stinging tears at the corners of my eyes. — I had to be dramatic. The blood added a special touch, didn't you see Madame Rose's face?
