Her response was immediate—suspicion returning to her eyes as she shifted her weight.
But she did not turn away.
The miko continued to astound him.
"I-I—" He struggled for the right words. "Your perception of things is different from what I am accustomed to. You spoke to me like a comrade when I had given you no reason to do so."
"So instead of asking me about it, you tracked me, spied on me, then swooped in at the best time to make yourself out as a hero?"
A storm had formed in her gaze, reiki crackling around them, and Sesshoumaru felt his hackles raise.
This was not how things were supposed to go.
