Yohan sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching Jenna kneel before him.
Why did he make me sit in such a disgraceful position? she thought, but she didn't dare say it aloud.
"Are you comfortable?" Yohan asked, a hint of genuine concern in his voice.
"Y-yes," she answered quickly.
Why am I being so cooperative?
I should be trying to take him out. He's an enemy—someone who could put Lady Izumi in danger. This is exactly what I was trained for…
Yet she couldn't move. Kneeling in front of him, she felt strangely powerless. Her mind kept circling back to his touch—how it lingered on her skin, how it clouded her focus. There had to be something behind it.
He must be using some kind of special trick on me, she concluded, eyeing him with suspicion.
"What?" Yohan asked, noticing her stare.
"N-nothing…" she muttered, then cleared her throat lightly. "Excuse me…"
"Yohan," he corrected calmly. "That's my name."
