His gaze fell on her sleeping form and his eyes softened as his soul clinched and fought and begged.
If she was anyone else, he would hate her. This pain, it had proven to be agonizing. He had seen the way she was with the halfbreed, and it had only doubled.
She did not know of the bond. Could not scent it like he had been able to. Her reiki may possibly prod her while in his company. Her soul may possibly stir, but she was clueless as to why.
He had watched time and again as she smiled at Inuyasha. Encouraged him. Loved him.
The wave of soul wrenching agony and possessiveness had nearly ruptured his resolve.