Seven snatched the handkerchief from her fingers and tucked it into his pocket.
"I have plenty of handkerchiefs." His voice was flat, devoid of warmth. "How would I know this is the exact one you gave me?"
Ruri stared at him, her brows slowly pulling together before she rolled her eyes with a harsh exhale. "You didn't have to be rude."
She clicked her tongue, looking away from him.
Behind his back, Seven's hands curled tightly into fists. He stared at her for a beat before his eyes shifted toward the empty courtyard.
Something was missing. Someone.
"Where's your guard?"
Ruri stopped in her tracks.
Seven frowned, his eyes searching the grounds as if expecting the man to step out from the shadows like he usually would whenever he tried to talk to her. "Ethan, was it? He's not with you today?''
Ruri's fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress, her eyes dropping to the dirt.
"I don't know where he is." Her voice turned suddenly, icy cold. "He's not my business."
