“The door is not locked. You can turn around and leave anytime you want.” “I could, but my father taught me better than to abandon someone simply because it’s easier to walk away.” “You don’t even know me.” “We could change that. You could start by telling me your name.” “I—” Hana’s eyes fell to his lips. Her name in his mouth was a dangerous thing. She imagined how his lips might shape its syllables and how his voice might turn them into a stream of honey wine. Sweet drinks were the worst traitors. You drowned in them with a smile. “I can’t.”
