Chapter 40
“You’re going to fix this.”
I slammed into Sakurako’s study in a high temper. And when the old woman tried to hide behind her book this time, I ripped the object out of her hands and flung it across the room. Elle would have been horrified at the way the book landed spine up, pages crumpling beneath the cover. But I was grimly satisfied to have broken something that didn’t live and breathe.
“So you found Kaito.”
“Is that your only answer? About a man who can’t even feed himself, who just lies there staring at the ceiling with no life force left for you to harvest?”
I wasn’t actually asking, but Sakurako answered anyway. “Yes. It was a shame, but necessary. And, no, it cannot be fixed.”
Necessary. Sakurako’s cold acceptance of her underling’s vegetative state forced the air
