CHAPTER 27
Jae kept his fists clenched as he left the Westerners’ house. He had accepted a new pair of clothes and quick bite to eat but declined the invitation to spend the night. He was only halfway down the street when soft footsteps padded on the pavement behind him. He threw a glance over his shoulder. It was just the housekeeper. She ran up beside him and laid a hand on his bicep. “Please,” she panted. “I ... I have something for you.”
Jae didn’t stop. “There’s nothing you can do to help.”
She crossed her arms and stood with her weight on one leg, her hip jutting out to the side in a stance that contradicted her demure behavior at the Westerners’ home. She showed him what she was holding, her eyebrows forming two defiant peaks. “I’d say this might help. Wouldn’t you?”
Jae balked
