**** Book 2, Chapter Seventeen: The Dance ****
Then it was time to go.
Yuki felt like this was probably how Cinderella felt at midnight. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest when she locked eyes with the assassin.
Jiro was leaning against his red Ferrari. His raven hair reflected in the soft glow of the moonlight.
He looked pissed off.
If looks could kill, Kaede would probably have dropped dead instantly.
Yuki walked towards Jiro and without any words exchanged between them, she was harshly dragged by Jiro away from Kaede's hands.
He was angry, no doubt about that, as he sped off away from the school premises.
"Have fun, princess?" Jiro's cold voice grasped her fragile heart.
"I did. Have fun, I mean," was all she could muster.
Jiro did not like the answer and the car almost jumped off a cliff. He stopped the car and got out, slamming the door shut behind him.
