- 51. Crimson -
Crimson red eyes snapped open in an instant, his grip loosening around her.
But instead of relief, she found herself gasping for air as she dangled several feet off the ground.
A clawed hand wrapped around her neck tightly. Razor-sharp tips punctured through skin like a knife on thin rice paper, immediately drawing blood.
Teal-colored eyes glared back murderously.
Kagome stilled.
"What….are….you..." she mouthed, barely above a whisper.
As her vision faded to black from oxygen deprivation, her hands, wrapped around a striped wrist, glowed a light shade of pink.
The smell of burning flesh assaulted her nostrils. The iron grip around her neck disappeared. She dropped to the ground with a loud thud, coughing profusely as her lungs hungrily screamed for air.
What the heck was that about?
