"You have not mentioned the well."
Kagome lifted her eyes to his for a moment before focusing again skewering venison. "Nope."
She remained silent, conscious of his scrutiny as she set the meat to roast over the fire. His regard, silent and assessing, drilled uncomfortably through her. Unconsciously bristling at the attention, she looked up and glared. "What?"
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. "What are you afraid of?"
A mirthless, hollow laugh was his response. "So many different things."
"Such as?"
Frustrated, she flopped to the ground. "It not working, getting suck, the jewel wreaking havoc"—her voice caught—"losing you."
