The little joy was too difficult to put into words.
The blockage in Minamoto Tamako's chest melted away like ice cream, making its way into her throat, sweet and soft.
Fushimi Roku had no idea what she was so happy about.
He had been walking ahead for a long time, vaguely sensing a resentful gaze from behind. He thought he might be hexed by someone, feeling a shiver down his neck, so he slowed his pace to avoid being continually ogled by Minamoto Tamako. That suffocating, snake-like wrapping sensation was truly unsettling.
They began walking side by side, effectively preventing Minamoto Tamako from staring daggers at him.
As a lawyer with a keen sense of vigilance... no, a Criminal Police officer, how could he leave his back exposed to an extremely dangerous woman?
