Her smile seemed a permanent feature, even when her hand finally released his.
"Are they likely to come back?" he asked, eyes sliding towards the door, unable to quell his unease.
Kagome sighed, pulling her knees up to her chin. "Not tonight. They've probably got a whole guestlist lined up and will be scrambling to find a new place. It'll be at least a few days before they'll show their faces again."
Sesshoumaru clicked his tongue. The lack of empathy from her sister was concerning, though not as much as the hopeful gleam in the younger brother's eyes.
His claws still itched from wanting to cut the cretin open.
As if sensing his need for bloodshed, she patted his hand. "Nothing you need to worry about. I've dealt with them before."
Sesshoumaru's frowned when she got up from the couch and returned to her textbooks, pencil writing furiously in the margins of her notebook.
"You have not yet healed," he said, distracted from his previous ire and following her to the table.
"I'm fine," she said automatically, not looking up.
"You require sleep," he insisted.
"I'll sleep in a year." She let out a dry chuckle, quickly flipping the page.
"Kagome."
She jerked slightly, her blush returning as she peeked at him through dark waves, mumbling, "Now that should be illegal."