Her warmth was welcoming and her scent calming. During these moments, he found Kagome at her most tolerable state—when she was done annoying him for the day and settled down for a nap in his study, pressed against his legs.

He paused in his writing and let his hand glide through her fur. Her ears twitched.

Her reiki was still there. Still very much there. Remaining in her beast forms had not reduced it. He realized that if he wanted her to turn completely youkai, he must get her to shed more blood.

More kills for a blacker soul.