“I’m sorry,” Kagome fumed as she ripped out a few more snapped twigs from her hair, swiped a few more torn leaves from her sweater, “I’ve tried to give him the benefit of the doubt since he’s our ally, but I just have to say it: Sesshoumaru is no-good—no good at all!” Miroku side-eyed her.

Setting her jaw, Kagome took a step toward him. “Not particularly,” she said, holding out her hand. “But I’ll take that Jewel Shard if you don’t mind.” Sesshoumaru slipped down from the tree, sleek and silent as a ghost. He looked at the shard in his claws. Then he looked at her. “I wonder,” he

Kagome could have stayed in the Modern Era for a few days while she waited for her friends on the other side of the well to catch up with her in Edo. But instead, the very next morning, she found herself back in Sengoku Jidai again. She felt a little guilty about it, but she