The miko was not without her faults.
Although an asset to the pack, her friendly smiles and trusting nature left her open to unwarranted attention.
Sesshoumaru watched as she thanked a young male for picking up a fallen apple, missing the heated interest in his eyes as she inspected the next booth.
The human shifted beside her, trying to coax her into a conversation as she browsed produce and spices.
The miko gave him one-word answers, keeping her distance by holding her basket in between them. The male motioned to another booth, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards it.
Sesshoumaru saw red.