Chapter 122

Botan POV

It's a long and tense way up. A ride that takes moments that builds the bridge over to a lifetime. Akio's eyes dart to the gun in my head pointedly and I tuck it back, tugging my shirt over it. When the elevator dings open, I gesture to the interior invitingly, imploring her to go on her own. She doesn't. She just stands there, quivering fingers rubbing hard on the old scar carved into her palm. Her breaths are so jagged, every exhale kicks loose strands from her face and it kills me.

I would rather take a thousand blades than be the one to elicit such fear in her.

Akio makes a gesture, and she latches onto his forearm. It feels like a burn on my skin where her touch should be—a phantom heat searing my skin, while she finds solace in him instead. Akio sends me an apologetic look, and he leads her out of the elevator. I follow from behind, folding my arms behind my back to keep from shattering his.