She was hiding something.
It was in the way her hands fluttered, the way her eyes kept moving towards Kagura.
The wind demoness hadn't moved from her place at his mother's side, murmuring softly as she continued to stroke her hair. None but Kagome could get close, his mother's hackles raising in the protection of her mate.
He had nothing against the woman, especially with how focused his mother now was, their fingers intertwined before she brought Kagura's palm to her lips.
It was the miko that bothered him—even more so than she had before.
Actions such as these always came with a price.