54—False Triumph
Well so what if he wouldn't come!
It's not like they were friends.
In fact, this was a blessing in disguise because she was his hostage but now she had escaped.
She, sixteen year old Kagome, had managed to escape Lord Sesshomaru, most feared demon of the Western Lands, age two hundred or whatever.
Kagome stood, hands on her hips, proudly facing the dark with a look of triumph.
Take that!
She didn't need anyo—
A chill attacked her skin as the hair rose on the back of her neck.
She felt…eyes...watching
No.
Stalking.
"Sesshomaru?" she hoped.
"Shards," it hissed.
