It’s all back to that bad feeling she had. This isn’t right, this isn’t Yukio. But now she’s drunk and emotionally involved, and drawing a knife on him in the middle of this bar will only cause trouble.

Before he can finish filling his first cup, Shura reaches across the table for his wrist. “That’s enough, you’re gonna get sick if you keep that up.”

Any other day she’d just laugh at the thought of his future hangover, but her humor is gone and she’s done playing pretend with him.