Third person's pov:
The muted light of yet another cloudy day eventually woke Sana up. She lay with her arm across her eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into her consciousness. She moaned and rolled on her side, hoping more sleep would come. And then the previous day flooded back into her awareness.
"Oh!" Sana sat up so fast it made her head spin.
"Your hair looks like a haystack... but I like it." Tzuyu's unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner.
"Tzuyu-yah! You stayed!" Sana rejoiced, and thoughtlessly threw herself across the room and into his lap. In the instant that her thoughts caught up with her actions, she froze, shocked by her own uncontrolled enthusiasm. She stared up at him, afraid that she had crossed the wrong line.
But he laughed.
"Of course," Tzuyu answered, startled, but seeming pleased by her reaction. His hands rubbed her back.
Sana laid her head cautiously against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his skin.
"I was sure it was a dream."
"You're not that creative," Tzuyu scoffed.
"Appa!" Sana remembered, thoughtlessly jumping up again and heading to the door.
"He left an hour ago - after reattaching your battery cables, I might add. I have to admit I was disappointed. Is that really all it would take to stop you, if you were determined to go?"
Sana deliberated where she stood, wanting to return to him badly, but afraid she might have morning breath.
"You're not usually this confused in the morning," Tzuyu noted. He held his arms open for her to return. A nearly irresistible invitation.
"I need another human minute," Sana admitted.
"I'll wait."
Sana skipped to the bathroom, her emotions unrecognizable. She didn't know herself, inside or out. The face in the mirror was practically a stranger - eyes too bright, hectic spots of red across her cheekbones. After she brushed her teeth, she worked to straighten out the tangled chaos that was her hair. She splashed her face with cold water, and tried to breathe normally, with no noticeable success. She half-ran back to her room. It seemed like a miracle that he was there, his arms still waiting for her. He reached out to her, and her heart thumped unsteadily.
"Welcome back," Tzuyu murmured, taking her into his arms. He rocked her for a while in silence, until she noticed that his clothes were changed, his hair smooth.
"You left?" Sana accused, touching the collar of his fresh shirt.
"I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in - what would the neighbors think?"
Sana pouted.
"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed.
"The talking came earlier."
Sana groaned. "What did you hear?"
Tzuyu's brown eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me."
"You knew that already," Sana reminded him, ducking her head.
"It was nice to hear, just the same."
She hid her face against his shoulder.
"I love you," Sana whispered.
"You are my life now," Tzuyu answered simply.
There was nothing more to say for the moment. Tzuyu rocked them back and forth as he room grew lighter.
"Breakfast time," he said eventually, casually - 'to prove, I'm sure, that he remembered all my human frailties.' Sana thought.
So Sana clutched her throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
"Kidding!" Sana snickered. "And you said I couldn't act!" Tzuyu frowned in disgust. "That wasn't funny."
"It was very funny, and you know it." But Sana examined his eyes carefully, to make sure that she was forgiven. Apparently, she was.
"Shall I rephrase?" Tzuyu asked. "Breakfast time for the human."
"Oh, okay."
Tzuyu threw Sana over his stone shoulder, gently, but with a swiftness that left her breathless. She protested as he carried her easily down the stairs, but he ignored her. He sat her right side up on a chair.
The kitchen was bright, happy, seeming to absorb her mood.
"What's for breakfast?" Sana asked pleasantly.
That threw him for a minute.
"Er, I'm not sure. What would you like?" Tzuyu's marble brow puckered. She grinned, hopping up.
"That's all right, I fend for myself pretty well. Watch me hunt." Sana found a bowl and a box of cereal. She could feel his eyes on her as she poured the milk and grabbed a spoon. She sat her food on the table, and then paused.
"Can I get you anything?" Sana asked, not wanting to be rude. Tzuyu rolled his eyes. "Just eat, Sana."
Sana sat at the table, watching him as she took a bite. He was gazing at her, studying her every movement. It made her self-conscious. She cleared her mouth to speak, to distract him.
"What's on the agenda for today?" Sana asked.
"Hmmm..." Sana watched him frame his answer carefully. "What would you say to meeting my family?"
She gulped.
"Are you afraid now?" Tzuyu sounded hopeful.
"Yes," Sana admitted; how could she deny it - he could see her eyes.
"Don't worry." Tzuyu smirked. "I'll protect you."
"I'm not afraid of them," Sana explained. "I'm afraid they won't... like me. Won't they be, well, surprised that you would bring someone... like me... home to meet them Do they know that I know about them?"
"Oh, they already know everything. They'd taken bets yesterday, you know" - Tzuyu smiled, but his voice was harsh - "on whether I'd bring you back, though why anyone would bet against Mina, I can't imagine. At any rate, we don't have secrets in the family. It's not really feasible, what with my mind reading and Mina seeing the future and all that."
"And Chaeyoung making you feel all warm and fuzzy about spilling your guts, don't forget that."
"You paid attention," Tzuyu smiled approvingly.
"I've been known to do that every now and then." Sana grimaced. "So did Mina see me coming?"
His reaction was strange. "Something like that," Tzuyu said uncomfortably, turning away so she couldn't see his eyes. Sana stared at him curiously.
"Is that any good?" Tzuyu asked, turning back to her abruptly and eyeing her breakfast with a teasing look on his face. "Honestly, it doesn't look very appetizing."
"Well, it's no irritable grizzly..." Sana murmured, ignoring him when he glowered. She was still wondering why he responded that way when she mentioned Mina. She hurried through her cereal, speculating. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring abstractedly out the back windows.
Then his eyes were back on her, and he smiled his heartbreaking dimple smile.
"And you should introduce me to your father, too, I think."
"He already knows you," Sana reminded him.
"As your boyfriend, I mean."
Sana stared at him with suspicion. "Why?"
"Isn't that customary?" Tzuyu asked innocently.
"I don't know," Sana admitted. Her dating history gave her few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied here.
"That's not necessary, you know. I don't expect you to... I mean, you don't have to pretend for me."
His smile was patient. "I'm not pretending."
Sana pushed the remains of her cereal around the edges of the bowl, biting her lip.
"Are you going to tell your Appa I'm your boyfriend or not?" Tzuyu demanded.
"Is that what you are?" Sana suppressed her internal cringing at the thought of Tzuyu and her father and the word boy friend all in the same room at the same time.
"It's a loose interpretation of the word 'boy,' I'll admit."
"I was under the impression that you were something more, actually," Sana confessed, looking at the table.
"Well, I don't know if we need to give him all the gory details." Tzuyu reached across the table to lift her chin with a cold, gentle finger. "But he will need some explanation for why I'm around here so much. I don't want Chief Minatozaki getting a restraining order put on me."
"Will you be?" Sana asked, suddenly anxious. "Will you really be here?"
"As long as you want me," Tzuyu assured her.
"I'll always want you," Sana warned him. "Forever." Tzuyu walked slowly around the table, and, pausing a few feet away, he reached out to touch his fingertips to her cheek. His expression was unfathomable.
"Does that make you sad?" Sana asked.
Tzuyu didn't answer. He stared into her eyes for an immeasurable period of time.
"Are you finished?" Tzuyu finally asked.
Sana jumped up. "Yes."
"Get dressed - I'll wait here."
Sana ended up in her only skirt - long, khaki-colored, still casual. She put on the dark blue blouse he'd once complimented. A quick glance in the mirror told her hair was entirely impossible, so she pulled it back into a pony tail.
"Okay." Sana bounced down the stairs. "I'm decent." Tzuyu was waiting at the foot of the stairs, closer than she'd thought, and she bounded right into him. He steadied her, holding her a careful distance away for a few seconds before suddenly pulling her closer.
"Wrong again," Tzuyu murmured in her ear. "You are utterly indecent - no one should look so tempting, it's not fair."
"Tempting how?" Sana asked. "I can change..." Tzuyu sighed, shaking his head. "You are so absurd." He pressed his cool lips delicately to her forehead, and the room spun. The smell of his breath made it impossible to think.
"Shall I explain how you are tempting me?" Tzuyu said. It was clearly a rhetorical question. His fingers traced slowly down her spine, his breath coming more quickly against her skin. Sana's hands were limp on his chest, and she felt lightheaded again. He tilted his head slowly and touched his cool lips to hers for the second time, very carefully, parting them slightly. And then she collapsed.
"Sana?" Tzuyu's voice was alarmed as he caught her and held her up.
"You... made... me... faint," Sana accused him dizzily.
"What am I going to do with you?" Tzuyu groaned in exasperation. "Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!" Sana laughed weakly, letting his arms support her while her head spun.
"So much for being good at everything," Tzuyu sighed.
"That's the problem." Sana was still dizzy. "You're too good. Far, far too good."
"Do you feel sick?" Tzuyu asked; he'd seen her like this before.
"No - that wasn't the same kind of fainting at all. I don't know what happened." Sana shook her head apologeicallv, "I think I forgot to breathe."
"I can't take you anywhere like this."
"I'm fine," Sana insisted. "Your family is going to think I'm insane anyway, what's the difference?"
Tzuyu measured her expression for a moment. "I'm very partial to that color with your skin," he offered unexpectedly. She flushed with pleasure, and looked away.
"Look, I'm trying really hard not to think about what I'm about to do, so can we go already?" Sana asked.
"And you're worried, not because you're headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won't approve of you, correct?"
"That's right," Sana answered immediately, hiding her surprise at his casual use of the word.
Tzuyu shook his head. "You're incredible."
Sana realized, as he drove her truck out of the main part of town, that she had no idea where he lived. They passed over the bridge, the houses flashing past them growing farther apart, getting bigger.
And then they were past the other houses altogether, driving through misty forest. Sana was trying to decide whether to ask or be patient, when Tzuyu turned abruptly onto an unpaved road. It was unmarked, barely visible among the ferns. The forest encroached on both sides, leaving the road ahead only discernible for a few meters as it twisted, serpent like, around the ancient trees. And then, after a few miles, there was some thinning of the woods, and they were suddenly in a small meadow type of loon. The gloom of the forest didn't relent, though, for there were six primordial cedars that shaded an entire acre with heir vast sweep of branches. The trees held their protecting shadow right up to the walls of the house that rose among them, making obsolete the deep porch that wrapped around the first story.
Sana don't know what she had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. The house was timeless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration. Her truck was the only car in sight. She could hear the river close by, hidden in the obscurity of the forest.
"Wow."
"You like it?" Tzuyu smiled.
"It... has a certain charm."
He pulled the end of her ponytail and chuckled.
"Ready?" Tzuyu asked, opening her door.
"Not even a little bit - let's go." Sana tried to laugh, but it seemed to get stuck in her throat. She smoothed her hair nervously.
"You look lovely." Tzuyu took her hand easily, without thinking about it. They walked through the deep shade up to the porch. She knew he could feel her tension; his thumb rubbed soothing circles into the back of her hand. He opened the door for her.
The inside was even more surprising, less predictable, than the exterior. It was very bright, very open, and very large. This must have originally been several rooms, but the walls had been removed from most of the first floor to create one wide space. The back, south-facing wall had been entirely replaced with glass, and, beyond the shade of the cedars, the lawn stretched bare to the wide river. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room. The walls, the high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors, and the thick carpets were all varying shades of white.
Waiting to greet them, standing just to the left of the door, on a raised portion of the floor by a spectacular grand piano, were Tzuyu's parents. Sana'd seen Jeongyeon before, of course, yet she couldn't help but be struck again by his youth, his outrageous perfection. At his side was Nayeon, Sana assumed, the only one of the family she'd never seen before. She had the same pale, beautiful features as the rest of them. Something about her beautiful face, her billows of soft, brown-colored hair, smiling showing her perfect bunny teeth and her chubby cheeks.
Nayeon and Jeongyeon were both dressed casually, in light colors that matched the inside of the house. They smiled in welcome, but made no move to approach them. Trying not to frighten Sana.
"Jeongyeon, Nayeon," Tzuyu's voice broke the short silence, "this is Sana."
"You're very welcome, Sana." Jeongyeon's step was measured, careful as he approached her. He raised his hand tentatively, and Sana stepped forward to bow and shake hands with him.
"It's nice to see you again, Dr. Yoo."
"Please, call me Jeongyeon."
"Jeongyeon." Sana grinned at him, her sudden confidence surprising herself. She could feel Tzuyu's relief at her side.
Nayeon smiled and stepped forward as well, reaching for her hand. Her cold, stone grasp was just as Sana expected.
"It's very nice to know you," Nayeon said sincerely.
"Thank you. I'm glad to meet you, too." And Sana was. It was like meeting a fairy tale - Snow White, in the flesh.
"Where are Mina and Chaeyoung?" Tzuyu asked, but no one answered, as they had just appeared at the top of the wide staircase.
"Hey, Tzuyu!" Mina called enthusiastically. She ran down the stairs, a streak of blond hair and white skin, coming to a sudden and graceful stop in front of Sana. Jeongyeon and Nayeon shot warning glances at Mina, but Sana liked it. It was natural - for her, anyway.
"Hi, Sana!" Mina said, and she bounced forward to kiss her cheek. If Jeongyeon and Nayeon had looked cautious before, they now looked staggered. There was shock in Sana eyes, too, but she was also very pleased that Mina seemed to approve of her so entirely. Sana was startled to feel Tzuyu stiffen at her side. She glanced at his face, but his expression was unreadable.
"You do smell nice, I never noticed before," Mina commented, to Sana extreme embarrassment.
No one else seemed to know quite what to say, and then Chaeyoung was there - tall and leonine. A feeling of ease spread through Sana, and she was suddenly comfortable despite where she was. Tzuyu stared at Chaeyoung, raising one eyebrow, and Sana remembered what Chaeyoung could do.
"Hello, Sana," Chaeyoung said. He kept his distance, not offering to shake her hand. But it was impossible to feel awkward near him.
"Hello, Chaeyoung." Sana smiled at him shyly, and then at the others. "It's nice to meet you all - you have a very beautiful home," She added conventionally.
"Thank you," Nayeon said. "We're so glad that you came." She spoke with feeling, and Sana realized that Nayeon thought She was brave.
Sana also realized that Momo and Dahyun were nowhere to be seen, and she remembered Tzuyu's too-innocent denial when she'd asked him if the others didn't like her.
Jeongyeon's expression distracted her from this train of thought; he was gazing meaningfully at Tzuyu with an intense expression. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tzuyu nod once.
Sana looked away, trying to be polite. Her eyes wandered again to the beautiful instrument on the platform by the door. She suddenly remembered her childhood fantasy that, should she ever win a lottery, she would buy a grand piano for her mother. Her mother wasn't really good - she only played for herself on our secondhand upright - but Sana loved to watch her play.
Nayeon noticed Sana preoccupation.
"Do you play?" Nayeon asked, inclining her head toward the piano. Sana shook her head. "Not at all. But it's so beautiful. Is it yours?"
"No," Nayeon laughed. "Tzuyu didn't tell you he was musical?"
"No." Sana glared at his suddenly innocent expression with narrowed eyes. "I should have known, I guess."
Nayeon raised her delicate eyebrows in confusion.
"Tzuyu can do everything, right?" Sana explained. Chaeyoung snickered and Nayeon gave Tzuyu a reproving look.
"I hope you haven't been showing off- it's rude," Nayeon scolded.
"Just a bit," Tzuyu laughed freely. Nayeon's face softened at the sound, and they shared a brief look that Sana didn't understand, though Nayeon's face seemed almost smug.
"He's been too modest, actually," Sans corrected.
"Well, play for her," Nayeon encouraged.
"You just said showing off was rude," Tzuyu objected.
"There are exceptions to every rule," Nayeon replied.
"I'd like to hear you play," Sana volunteered.
"It's settled then." Nayeon pushed him toward the piano. Tzuyu pulled Sana along, sitting her on the bench beside him.
He gave her a long, exasperated look before he turned to the keys. And then his fingers flowed swiftly across the ivory, and the room was filled with a composition so complex, so luxuriant, it was impossible to believe only one set of hands played. Sana felt her chin drop, her mouth open in astonishment, and heard low chuckles behind her at her reaction. Tzuyu looked at her casually, the music still surging around them without a break, and winked. "Do you like it?"
"You wrote this?" Sana gasped, understanding.
Tzuyu nodded. "It's Nayeon's favorite."
Sana closed her eyes, shaking her head.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm feeling extremely insignificant."
The music slowed, transforming into something softer, and to her surprise she detected the melody of his lullaby weaving through the profusion of notes.
"You inspired this one," Tzuyu said softly. The music grew unbearably sweet. Sana couldn't speak.
"They like you, you know," Tzuyu said conversationally. "Nayeon especially." Sana glanced behind her, but the huge room was empty now.
"Where did they go?"
"Very subtly giving us some privacy, I suppose." Sana sighed. "They like me. But Momo and Dahyun..." She trailed off, not sure how to express her doubts.
Tzuyu frowned. "Don't worry about Momo," he said, his eyes wide and persuasive. "She'll come around."
Sana pursed her lips skeptically. "Dahyun?"
"Well, Dahyun thinks I'm a lunatic, it's true, but he doesn't have a problem with you. He's trying to reason with Momo."
"What is it that upsets her?" Sana wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer.
Tzuyu sighed deeply. "Momo struggles the most with... with what we are. It's hard for her to have someone on the outside know the truth. And she's a little jealous."
"Momo is jealous of me?" Sana asked incredulously. She tried to imagine a universe in which 'someone as breathtaking as Momo would have any possible reason to feel jealous of someone like me'.
"You're human." Tzuyu shrugged. "She wishes that she were, too."
"Oh," Sana muttered, still stunned. "Even Chaeyoung, though..."
"That's really my fault," Tzuyu said. "I told you he was the most recent to try our way of life. I warned him to keep his distance." Sana thought about the reason for that, and shuddered.
"Nayeon and Jeongyeon... ?" Sana continued quickly, to keep him from noticing.
"Are happy to see me happy. Actually, Nayeon wouldn't care if you had a third eye and webbed feet. All this time she's been worried about me, afraid that there was something missing from my essential makeup, that I was too young when Jeongyeon changed me... She's ecstatic. Every time I touch you, she just about chokes with satisfaction."
"Mina seems very... enthusiastic."
"Mina has her own way of looking at things," Tzuyu said through tight lips.
"And you're not going to explain that, are you?" A moment of wordless communication passed between them. Tzuyu realized that Sana knew he was keeping something from her. She realized that he wasn't going to give anything away. Not now.
"So what was Jeongyeon telling you before?"
His eyebrows pulled together. "You noticed that, did you?" Sana shrugged. "Of course."
Tzuyu looked at her thoughtfully for a few seconds before answering. "He wanted to tell me some news - he didn't know if it was something I would share with you."
"Will you?"
"I have to, because I'm going to be a little... overbearingly protective over the next few days - or weeks - and I wouldn't want you to think I'm naturally a tyrant."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, exactly. Mina just sees some visitors coming soon. They know we're here, and they're curious."
"Visitors?"
"Yes... well, they aren't like us, of course - in their hunting habits, I mean. They probably won't come into town at all, but I'm certainly not going to let you out of my sight till they're gone." Sana shivered.
"Finally, a rational response!" Tzuyu murmured. "I was beginning to think you had no sense of self- preservation at all."
Sana let that one pass, looking away, her eyes wandering again around the spacious room.
Tzuyu followed her gaze. "Not what you expected, is it?" he asked, his voice smug.
"No," Sana admitted.
"No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don't even think we have cobwebs... what a disappointment this must be for you," Tzuyu continued slyly. Sana ignored his teasing. "It's so light... so open." He was more serious when he answered. "It's the one place we never have to hide."
The song he was still playing, her song, drifted to an end, the final chords shifting to a more melancholy key. The last note hovered poignantly in the silence.
"Thank you," Sana murmured. She realized there were tears in her eyes. She dabbed at them, embarrassed.
Tzuyu touched the corner of her eye, trapping one she missed. He lifted his finger, examining the drop of moisture broodingly. Then, so quickly she couldn't be positive that he really did, he put his finger to his mouth to taste it.
Sana looked at him questioningly, and Tzuyu gazed back for a long moment before he finally smiled.
"Do you want to see the rest of the house?"
"No coffins?" Sana verified, the sarcasm in her voice not entirely masking the slight but genuine anxiety she felt.
He laughed, taking her hand, leading her away from the piano.
"No coffins," Tzuyu promised.
They walked up the massive staircase, Sana's hand trailing along the satin-smooth rail. The long hall at the top of the stairs was paneled with a honey-colored wood, the same as the floorboards.
"Momo and Dahyun's room... Jeongyeon's office... Mina's room..." Tzuyu gestured as he led Sana past the doors.
He would have continued, but Sana stopped dead at the end of the hall, staring incredulously at the ornament hanging on the wall above her head. Tzuyu chuckled at her bewildered expression.
"You can laugh," he said. "It is sort of ironic." She didn't laugh. Her hand raised automatically, one finger extended as if to touch the large wooden cross, its dark patina contrasting with the lighter tone of the wall. She didn't touch it, though she was curious if the aged wood would feel as silky as it looked.
"It must be very old," Sana guessed.
Tzuyu shrugged. "Early sixteen-thirties, more or less." She looked away from the cross to stare at him.
"Why do you keep this here?" Sana wondered.
"Nostalgia. It belonged to Jeongyeon's father."
"He collected antiques?" Sana suggested doubtfully.
"No. He carved this himself. It hung on the wall above the pulpit in the vicarage where he preached."
Sana wasn't sure if her face betrayed her shock, but she returned to gazing at the simple, ancient cross, just in case. She quickly did the mental math; the cross was over three hundred and seventy years old. The silence stretched on as she struggled to wrap her mind around the concept of so many years.
"Are you all right?" Tzuyu sounded worried.
"How old is Jeongyeon?" Sana asked quietly, ignoring his question, still staring up.
"He just celebrated his three hundred and sixty- second birthday," Tzuyu said. Sana looked back at him, a million questions in her eyes. He watched her carefully as he spoke.
"Jeongyeon was born in Suwon, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea, in the sixteen-forties, he believes. Time wasn't marked as accurately then, for the common people anyway."
Sana kept her face composed, aware of his scrutiny as she listened. It was easier if she didn't try to believe.
"Jeongyeon was the only son of his family. His mother died giving birth to him. His father was an pastor, intolerant man. He believed very strongly in the reality of evil. He led hunts for witches, werewolves... and vampires." Sana grew very still at the word. He noticed, but he went on without pausing.
"They burned a lot of innocent people - of course the real creatures that he sought were not so easy to catch.
"When the pastor grew old, he placed his obedient son in charge of the raids. At first Jeongyeon was a disappointment; he was not quick to accuse, to see demons where they did not exist. But he was persistent, and more clever than his father. He actually discovered a coven of true vampires that lived hidden in the sewers of the city, only coming out by night to hunt. In those days, when monsters were not just myths and legends, that was the way many lived.
"The people gathered their pitchforks and torches, of course" - his brief laugh was darker now - "and waited where Jeongyeon had seen the monsters exit into the street. Eventually one emerged."
Tzuyu's voice was very quiet; Sana strained to catch the words.
"He must have been ancient, and weak with hunger. Jeongyeon heard him call out in Latin to the others when he caught the scent of the mob. He ran through the streets, and Jeongyeon - he was twenty-three and very fast - was in the lead of the pursuit. The creature could have easily outrun them, but Jeongyeon thinks he was too hungry, so he turned and attacked. He fell on Jeongyeon first, but the others were close behind, and he turned to defend himself. He killed two men, and made off with a third, leaving Jeongyeon bleeding in the street."
Tzuyu paused. Sana could sense he was editing something, keeping something from her.
"Jeongyeon knew what his father would do. The bodies would be burned - anything infected by the monster must be destroyed. Jeongyeon acted instinctively to save his own life. He crawled away from the alley while the mob followed the fiend and his victim. He hid in a cellar, buried himself in rotting potatoes for three days. It's a miracle he was able to keep silent, to stay undiscovered. It was over then, and he realized what he had become." Sana's not sure what her face was revealing,
but he suddenly broke off.
"How are you feeling?" Tzuyu asked.
"I'm fine," Sana assured him. And, though she bit her lip in hesitation, he seen the curiosity burning in her eyes.
Tzuyu smiled. "I expect you have a few more questions for me."
"A few."
His smile widened over his brilliant teeth and beautiful dimples. He started back down the hall, pulling her along by the hand. "Come on, then," he encouraged. "I'll show you."
To be continue....