Her sweet face was pretty even as the color drained from her cheeks and her eyes glazed over. She looked to be about thirty, no older than Yukino Sensei’s own wife, Hyori—and though her dark chuckle had reminded Mamoru of Kaa-chan’s, she really did look like Hyori… The hands on Takenagi shook. “No…” Yukino Sensei said in a low voice. “I didn’t…”
