Sesshoumaru’s words slammed into her like a physical blow. Kagome went rigid, all the color draining from her face. “Kagome,” he started to say again, against her the corner of her lips, “I—” “Don’t!” she cried out, struggling fiercely. Sesshoumaru bit back a snarl as she broke violently from his hold and scrambled up, backing

So this was how it felt, Kagome realized— To be wanted. Not by a hormone-addled teenager, or one whose heart was forever torn. But this—this absolute, consuming desire. She had only ever felt this in her darkest dreams, yet she recognized it instantly. Sesshoumaru’s kiss staggered her, even before he deepened it. It stole her

Through the breezeway, they entered the tower’s inner courtyard. Silvery trees with long trailing branches loosely ringed a circular pool at the center, above which shimmered a thin layer of glittering steam. Pinnacles of white stone rose from the pool, in no particular pattern, but there was something artful to the arrangement nevertheless. “You’d really

“That was a mistake; I shouldn’t have gone back there. All it did was make me go ballistic for no good reason.” “I could have told you as much,” Sesshoumaru said coolly. Kagome glowered. Having mumbled her regrets into his fur, she didn’t think he’d have heard her over the rush of the wind. Or

Kagome took Sesshoumaru’s hand. As he drew her to him, his grip was cool and strong. Against the inside of her wrist, she felt the scrape of his claws and frowned, the touch chafing her more than she thought it should. Their destination was a largely unremarkable place, for all that it signified in Kagome’s

In the tottering wreck that had once been her home, Kagome stripped off her miko attire and cast it aside. Donning a simple traveling kimono instead, she gathered up all the possessions she considered of any worth to her. For so wealthy and prestigious a person as she had become, the number was surprisingly few:

In the woods outside of the taijiya fortress, Kagome slid down from her horse and collapsed onto the shores of a swift, icy creek. Rocks bit into her knees, her palms. Frigid water crawled up the hems of her sleeves. She felt it, and she didn’t. She was aware of it, and she wasn’t. It

A beat of brittle silence passed. “And?” Kohaku demanded as it broke. “What does that have to do with me?” Kagome went red in the face. “It has everything to do with you! She’s carrying your child.” Kohaku’s eyes flashed coldly. “Who’s to say? She threw herself at me so brazenly it begs the question.”