Curiosity plagued her, creating more questions in her mind every time she saw him.
Was it a secret? Had there been a falling out? Was his mother still alive?
Kagome gnawed on her bottom lip; normally, her daily strolls through the garden were spent lingering under trees, but she was in no mood to meditate or read today.
Buzzing around like an agitated insect, Kagome tried to think of a way to broach the subject. How was she supposed to ask about someone that she'd never met?
She'd tried to tell herself it didn't matter who his mother was, but the puzzle that was Sesshoumaru was still riddled with holes, and she found herself desperate to know this side of him.