There were no secrets anymore between Kagome and Inuyasha. But the lies were still there. They were everywhere, all the time. It was like the lies had multiplied, now that Inuyasha had been swallowed up in them. Kagome felt guilty for this, too. Willing or not, he had become her accomplice in all this. She

Time wore on. Although things were strained at first, after a few days Kagome and Inuyasha settled into a domestic routine. Ironic as it was, these were easily the most harmonious days of their marriage. There were no longer any secrets between them. No longer any expectations. They were comrades again, living under one roof.

Kagome didn’t know what to do. What to think. Distantly she perceived that she was still reeling from that night when she’d blurted out Sesshoumaru’s name in the grips of her unconscious passion, and the whole ugly truth had finally come out. She seemed to observe as if from afar, as if from outside of

Inuyasha’s words reverberated like noise in her skull— You were in over your head with him. You always were. Kagome’s face fell. She shook her head to clear it. “…I don’t understand you. What are you trying to say?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Inuyasha said with a shrug. “Sesshoumaru used you. He took advantage of you

Heart pounding, Kagome glanced back down the hallway toward Shin, who was with her brother and grandpa in the den. Whether her son had detected Inuyasha’s arrival or not, it clearly wasn’t a concern to him. In wide-eyed amazement, he stood glued with his face about an inch from the glaring television, his little hands