There's no sign of him the rest of the day.
After dinner, she retreats to her room and showers, tries to distract herself. But it's a fruitless effort, the stress of their unique situation bearing down on her.
Lying down on her bed, Kagome sighs, questions without answers rolling through her mind and just leading to more questions.
But then it comes.
The prickling sensation starts at her scalp, travels over her shoulders and down her arms, and she holds her breath, letting the familiar sensation of his power stir her hopes.
Sesshoumaru.
Still tingling, she bolts for her window.