18 Chapter 18

Seoul, Korea

Snowdrop Suite

“Stupid, silly, immature, brat!” Kita hissed under his breath, scrubbing his tie in the bathroom sink with a bar of soap, trying to get the blood from it before it was ruined.

Even though the fabric was black, he could see the blood staining it and it put him in an even worse mood then he was already in.

“The nerve to think that I wanted to kiss her, then she assaults me?! She is evil! Only a vile wench would do such then come off as if she is the victim when I am the victim!”

“Victim my ass. You are going to ruin the silk,” Lula said from the doorway.

“This is entirely your fault!” he snapped at her then rinsed his tie in cold water but it was too late.

She was right, he ruined the delicate silk tie with how hard he was scrubbing it.

Kita threw the bar of soap as hard as he could into the sink. “That was my favorite tie,” he sneered, glaring at his sister’s reflection in the mirror.

Lula shook her head. “You are ridiculous. We are in South Korea, the shopping here is rather impressive. You will find another tie, Kitty.”

“Do not call me that! And that is not the point!” he snapped at her, standing tall, turning to face her. “It was a gift, one I cannot replace with some inferior Korean piece.”

She leaned against the doorframe. “What is your problem?” she asked, her eyes moving over him appraisingly.

Slight darkened circles were under his eyes from the most likely broken nose he had from Rain’s second assault on him. He had set the nose already so Lula knew it wasn’t a serious injury, and he had cleaned most of the blood off of his face and neck. But his tie, vest, shirt and jacket were stained with blood, and she feared they wouldn’t come out.

Kita had a thing about his clothing, especially clothing that was given as a gift; he cherished those pieces as if they were gold.

That, Lula would have to deal with and tip the drycleaner extra to get the blood out.

At the moment, the bigger problem was Kita. There was something not right about how her brother was acting, especially since they arrived to Seoul. At first she thought it was his pride and ego that was causing his snide comments about the job they took, but it was more than that, she could tell.

“Brother, talk to me,” Lula said. “This is not like you in the least. And if you must know, you are starting to scare me.”

Kita rolled his eyes. “I am scaring you? Remind me again who it was that nearly took out the nanny with throwing stars when she was five because she thought it was a Baku coming for her?” he asked, slightly amused.

“Not coming for me, rather it was coming for Luci,” she said indifferently. “I fear nothing, Brother, and neither do you or Luci, it makes us not normal. We can agree on that?”

He nodded. “We can.”

“So with that said, you are scaring me,” Lula repeated. “There is something wrong with you right now. This is not like you at all, Brother,” she admitted, causing his small smile to fall. “When you came back from Japan, you were a stranger to us. Why do you think I was working with Interpol again?”

“Pretending to work for Interpol you mean,” he corrected.

“Yes, that. I could not stand to be under the same roof as you! Then, that stick you perpetually have up your ass was seemingly removed some and you started to come back to your old self, before the court assignment. It was a reprieve.”

“I have no doubt,” Kita dryly agreed.

“But something changed when we got here,” she said. “What happened? Why are you being like this? It is a simple job, Brother. We are not in a third-world country,” she said, making a face, and he chuckled. “I thought that maybe you were getting back to your old self, and that is why I was so excited and fought so hard to land this job for us. It has been so long since we got to work together. Then the perfect opportunity is dropped on my desk, and now you are trying to ruin it. Why?” she pouted.

Kita shook his head, looking away from her. “I do not want to do this, Sister. No amount of money can make me stay on this assignment. I thought I could, but I cannot. Not again. This is proof enough that I am not the right person for this job,” he said, motioning towards his face and the sink where his tie was.

Lula rolled her eyes then hurled a throwing dagger at him.