The door opened slowly. Jun-ho was back.
This time, he didn't come in silently. He walked straight to me, pulled me by the waist like he was afraid I'd slip away.
— I held back as long as I could... — he murmured against my neck. — But if you keep looking at me like that, Salin... I swear I won't be able to stop myself.
I smiled into his chest, feeling that heat only he could stir in me.
— What happened with Ashita? — I asked, because I needed to know.
He sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. His scent still carried hints of blood and cologne.
— What had to happen. — he said, not breaking eye contact. — She made her choice.
— She stayed?
— She did.
— So... you cut her finger...
Jun-ho gave a crooked smile. That look mixing anger and pride.
— No. I cut fingers when someone acts stupid without knowing what they're doing. That wasn't the case with her.
I relaxed for a second. Just one second — until he added:
— I cut her ear.
