...
Kagome stared at the demon lord, flustered.
This was the Sesshomaru she knew, cold and domineering.
How was it possible to be so irritated, yet oddly attracted, to such an individual?
Kagome wasn't a fool. She would have to be blind to not notice the raw male beauty that was Sesshomaru, but that did not mean she had to react to it.
She was too old for such high school-esque nonsense.
Steeling herself she asked, "What is it you wish to know, Sesshomaru?"
She watched him watching her. His eyes bored into hers, and she tried not to fidget.
"You."
