It was dusk when they arrived at the village. Smoke rose from Inuyasha's hut. Kagome was cooking, and he made a b-line for it.
Half-starved herself, Rin decided to join them for dinner.
But she never got there.
Rin saw him leaning on a garden post. Kohaku. But she didn't want him to see her. Not right now. She was sweaty, her hair wild in its ponytail. And she stunk. At least she thought she did.
She whirled.
Her walk was brisk, almost jerky.
Don't turn around. Don't turn around.
"Rin," a male voice called after her.