“Give me back my soul Tang-shen.”
“Saki-san…I have taken nothing from you.” Comes the softly spoken reply.
Small pale hands rise and grip his; removing them from where they lay, pressed against her gently pulsing temples and warm cheeks. She smiles and he relents, releasing her, mesmerized by the subtlety of the expression. The quirk in her lips, the upward slope of her dark brows…her eyes. The light in them so bright, burning so strong he can feel their heat.
“Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?” Tang-Shen asks, blinking up at him, the affable Oroku-saki. Friend and unexpec