Ryu studied her. He saw the expensive kimono, the polished nails, and the desperate, genuine hunger in her gaze. He sighed, then poured a small amount of cloudy nigori sake into a ceramic cup.
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“Don’t run away again,” he said. “It’s dangerous.” Ryu studied her