Sneak Peak for “Of Crowns and Daggers.”
Ryuuo traces his index finger through the circle of condensation left behind by his shot glass, eyebrows furrowed. “Look, Syaoran, I like you. If you aren't interested in me that way, that's fine—we can just be friends. But the other day, when you came by my place, it seemed like you wanted it, too.”
I did, Syaoran thinks, staring into his empty glass. That's part of the problem. “My companions and I will be leaving this country after the tournament. We have obligations elsewhere. I have obligations to them. Even if . . . even if we were to do this, we'd have so little time.”
“Exactly,” Ryuuo says, turning to face him. “We only have a few more days together. Isn't it better to enjoy it while we can?”













