The surety of his tone put her one edge. So did his eyes.
"I have said before that I can offer protection."
"I heard you," Kagome answered, a slight bite to her tone. "I don't need it."
When his eyes narrowed Kagome was able to see a thin line of vivid red painting his lash-line. Even homeless demons were unfairly beautiful. He leaned forward over their small table, lacing his fingers together and pressing them lightly to his mouth. "Perhaps not you," he conceded. "But someone else might."
Her cup made a sharp clack when it landed on the table.
