Rather than winding up in a museum or an old storage locker, Kanami's search for one of her artifacts had taken her to a million-dollar home in London.
Even before entering, she already felt annoyed.
Some of it had to do with where she wound up, but more than a little bit of it was due to the prior unpleasantness with her brother.
As much grief as he had given her over the years for having a short fuse, who would have thought that his was just as short as hers?
'Hypocritical old bastard…'
Kanami grumbled to herself as she wandered up the steps to the townhouse.
Even before she knocked to announce her presence, the door was already opening, and an older man poked his head out the door to see why this strange woman was on his doorstep.
From his window, he hadn't noticed just how pretty Kanami's face was. It was only after opening the door and seeing her closer up that he realized exactly how charming she was.
