Jaken was still talking.
She wished she had the right to pull him away, cheeks heating as soon as the thought entered her mind. It was bad enough her heart sped up every time she was near him, she didn't need Jaken squawking about how she was unworthy of his time.
Inukimi was resting in her true form, tail curled around Kagome's waist, her scroll long forgotten as the word 'sacrifice' spun around in her mind.
What exactly did the sacrifice entail? Was it a life for a life? Sesshoumaru had managed to cheat the chains of death before—
The chains.