Kagome stared. Was it possible Sango had learned something of her sordid affair with Sesshoumaru—or perhaps even worse, her unfortunate entanglements with Kohaku? A ball of lead sank through Kagome’s stomach, though her face remained quizzically blank. “…No,” she said, after a moment. “…Not particularly?” For another heartbeat, Sango’s keen, slayer’s gaze remained riveted on

Kagome slept like the dead. When she woke it was to the sound of Kanako’s reedy voice calling out— “Kagome-sama? Kagome-sama, it is nearly noon.” Groggily, Kagome blinked, propped herself up on an elbow. There was a blissful moment where she didn’t remember anything of the night before. Then Kanako slipped through the door curtain,