"Nishikawa Hinata."
Hinata's hands froze mid-stab at the sound of his name, fingers trembling slightly on the hilt of his black dagger.
It wasn't as though he was under any spell or compulsion. He just found himself momentarily stunned, thrown off by the strange woman who somehow knew his name.
As far as he knew, he had never once said his name aloud. So how did she...?
Suddenly, the memory of what she had said the previous night—just before he blacked out echoed through his mind.
"What did you do to my head?"
The woman attempted a shrug, though Hinata's grip on her neck kept her firmly in place. "Does it really matter now?" she giggled softly, her hands rising to touch his face. "Though I would have never imagined that the handsome stranger I brought home last night would turn out to be a lost hero. And here I was thinking aunty had finally let go of that obsession of hers."
Hinata's eyes narrowed. The fingers that were trembling a moment ago went still.
