It took me an entire hour to convince Akira to let me out of bed.
It took another thirty minutes to stop him from wrapping me in so many layers of fur that I resembled a completely spherical sheep.
"Akira, if you put one more winter haori on me, I will literally have to roll down the stairs to the courtyard," I huffed, batting his massive hands away from the collar of my heavy charcoal robes.
"You are shivering," Akira stated. He looked incredibly serious. He was already fully dressed in his dark iron breastplate and indigo tunic, looking every inch the terrifying Warlord.
"I am not shivering, I am twitching with impatience," I corrected, grabbing my iron fan from the low wooden table and tucking it into my sash. I took a step toward the sliding paper doors and immediately winced, a sharp ache shooting up my thighs.
I froze, hoping he didn't notice.
He noticed. Fox-kin weren't the only ones with sharp senses.
