"So yes." Hiro shrugged. "It was fine for you to give the Fangs some food during that night of the date."
I froze mid-step.
Oh shit. What is going on? Had I done something wrong?
Turning to him, I kept my face neutral.
"However, the Claws are next. This is the most important thing you must remember."
“Alright. Claws right under the Fangs.”
“Exactly.” Hiro gestured for us to continue.
We moved to another section where fresh herbs were kept in a temperature-controlled case. The glass doors were etched with delicate designs, and inside, everything was perfectly arranged.
I grabbed what I needed.
Chives.
Parsley.
Tarragon.
"The Claws are what the Dragon strikes with," Hiro took the bundle of tarragon out of my hand and placed it in the bag. "They're what the Dragon kills with. They are insanely important. In fact, the Claws tend to do more of the dirty work than the Fangs and the Roar."
"That makes a lot of sense too."
"But then you have the Eyes."
"Okay."
"The Eyes are unimportant."
I nearly dropped the container of cream I'd just picked up. "Really? I would think they'resuperimportant."
"Absolutely not," he said it with so much conviction that I had to look at him. "They're not important at all."
I laughed at the absolute disdain in his voice. "What's wrong with the Eyes?"
"They just watch Kenji have sex."
I smirked. "But isn't that important?"
"No."
"But what if there's a woman who tries to kill him during sex?"
"It's not going to happen. Reo created this job from pure, unnecessary micro-managing and anxiety. No one is killing my brother while he has sex. His reflexes are too fast." Hiro grabbed the container of heavy cream from me and placed it in the bag. "It's a cushy, useless job. The Eyes don't deserve anything, and they definitely didn't deserve the bento boxes that night."
Oh.
And there it was.
The grievance.
I studied him.
Hiro was exhausted—dark circles under his eyes, his hair slightly tangled, his pants rumpled from sleeping at the kitchen table. But he was also alert, ready.
