The same sensation from earlier tingles over her skin.
Kagome shivers, eyes fixed out her window as her fingers trace the path of lightning trickling down her arms. Like little needles in her flesh, it prickles, but she can't move, stayed by the feel of it crawling toward her heart.
"I knew it," she whispers.
His clothing is dark, modern. His long silver hair sits secured at the nape of his neck in a long tail—so different from what's she's used to. But even then, there's no mistaking him.
Their eyes meet; he smiles.
"Sesshoumaru!"
And he walks away.
A/N: First things first: I still promise a happy ending. It's going to be easy to make assumptions in this fic, but please trust me. :)
Quicker update this time! So much going on with this fic now—things I can't share but am excited about—and I'm enjoying writing it again. All I can say is read carefully!
Thank you so much for still reading! And to all of you leaving comments, you give this fic life, I swear. Your kind words have helped push me through rough spots, and I appreciate each and every one of you.