“K-Kuro was helping me, that’s all. Two big guys were pushing me and he stepped in. He just wanted to be sure that I was okay if I found myself alone. That’s why he wrote his number.” “Two guys?” Dasai questioned him. Kuro winced. Emmett groaned, “you didn’t!” Kuro’s voice was timid, “no one else was helping.” “That’s strike three, trash,” the threat came across low and cold.
Inscriptions from the Heart 