Abijah was livid. After losing the fight with that samurai and just barely escaping with his life, he found you immediately. He'd seen you with that little blighter. Even knew your name.

Your back was turned, and you were busy bent over to fix the bedsheets, a habit he normally found rather sweet. Now it only made his blood boil.

He grabbed you from behind by the hair, tugging you around to look at him.

"What's all this, dote? Why did that little mongrel know your name?!" He roared, shaking you.

He was seeing red. You. His little flower. His everything. All he could think about that it was you who informed that samurai masquerading as a man that he was still in Japan.