That is my bite.
How?
How is Miyamura sporting my bite mark?
“Don’t look so surprised now”. He presses my hand flat against his chest. “I already told you what happened”.
“I couldn’t have gone into heat…”. I try to sound sure, but it comes out as a whisper.
“Then explain why it looks like I went five rounds with a feral cat?”. Miyamura sneers.
“You don’t understand”. I pull my hand away from his chest. “If I went into heat in public, then I would have been…”.
“Assaulted by idiots who lack self-control?”. He cuts in dryly.
“Yes…yes, that”.
Miyamura scoffs. He picks up his shirt and puts it back on. “You were”.
The lamp falls from my hand.
What did he just say?
“I was assaulted?”. The question tastes bitter in my mouth. “I was…assaulted?”. I ask again, trying to make sen
