That actually sounded nice, and a rush of excitement burned over him. He hadn’t been out without a client in forever.
Better Amaya think he was nothing to her. Better for them both.The longer he thought it, the sooner it would become true.
Without a word, Kenshin removed his katana from its bindings and passed it to her.Amaya unsheathed the blade from its ornate saya. Her eyes flitted across the intricate tsuba—across the copper-gilt filigree of the Hattori crest worked into the hand guard. Over the gaping dragon’s maw inlaid with turquoise enamel. She stopped to tsk at the sight of the sword itself. Do you not know by now? Amaya scolded lightly. Art such as this is meant to be cared for.Kenshin watched her study the grooves in the painstakingly crafted jewel steel. The notches of wear and neglect. Her eyes were soft puddles of grey. Concern etched a groove between them. One he desperately wished to smooth with a quick pass of his thumb.
It was this groove—this concern for something Amaya should no longer trouble herself with—that tempered the anger in Kenshin’s veins.Despite her efforts to conceal it, Muramasa Amaya always cared about things far more than she should.
You’re right, Kenshin replied. Anything made by Muramasa-sama is meant to be cared for. His words were laced with tender meaning.
Those same soft eyes lifted to his. Unhesitatingly. Father would agree. She paused, then glanced away. I’ll see to it that the blade is sharpened and returned to you tonight.A sharp clang filled the air, followed by the sound of screeching tires.
My chest was suddenly tight with fear.An opening between the cars appeared on my right, and I swung into it, my eyes wide as I searched for Jax.
I spotted a rusty blue car pulled over on the side of the road. My stomach squeezed into a hard ball. An accident?I slowed down to take a look at the car. The driver stood outside and gazed down at his tire, scratching his head. I glanced at the tire. It was missing a hubcap. I looked up, my eyes roaming the grass alongside the car. I couldn't see a smashed motorcycle anywhere.