A small excerpt from the new Iron Mask chapter I’ve been working on this week:
Makoto froze, lowering his eyes from his best friend to look at the laminate floors between them. What would cause her to ask that? After all, that was a heavy and emotional question, not usually something he would think Kiri would be curious about.
“Sorry for asking…” Kiri said sheepishly when Makoto didn’t answer. Makoto silently looked up as she pulled off her gloves and wrung them in her hands, staring at the ground. Her face grew more red, the dusting of rose turning into a flash of pink on her pale skin.
I’m sorry for keeping you guys waiting, I promise the next chapter will be worth it.