Page 73 of Trapping His Angel

If it was real, I did not know.

But the blood loss had killed her pretty swiftly after that. So, I owed my otosama and I would get him out of debt. Then I would be free. That was my plan. But first, I needed to get out of this room.

While I was lost in my head, the man set up my food. Maybe he was a servant who could help me, but I shivered when I remembered his commanding voice. No one in the working class spoke like he did.

He hadn’t looked up as I crept closer to the food. He motioned to the seat before him, and I slid in hesitantly.

“My name is Makari.”

I strained to hear his voice, as he barely spoke above a whisper. “Oh, well, my name is Kaida.” I winced at my accent.

Americans were harsh, and otosan preferred living there over Japan most of the year. I was made fun of all the time for the way I spoke, and even now, I couldn’t help but flinch when meeting strangers.

Strangely, Makari sat next to me and helped me eat. He gazed into my eyes, and at my lips constantly, which was distracting. When I was down to the last bite I could tolerate, his eyes homed in on the corner of my mouth.

He leaned forward, and used his thumb, trying to get the syrup out of the corner of my mouth. He popped the same finger in his mouth, a smoldering look on his face. Our eyes locked, and he leaned forward.

Shocked by his actions, I sat frozen as he kissed me. My eyes fluttered closed, and butterflies took flight in my stomach. This was my first kiss. I couldn’t believe it, but I heard otosama’s voice in the back of my mind, calling me a whore like my mother.

It shook me to my core, so when Makari slipped me some tongue, I didn’t hesitate to bite down as hard as I could, until my mouth filled with blood. I savagely tore my mouth from his, and spat his tongue on the ground.

He screamed and fell, as guards came pouring in, pulling their guns out on me. I held my hands up, with an innocent smile on my face.

“Oops.” I blinked slowly, hoping they didn’t kill me. “I didn’t mean to.”

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