"I told you before. I can take care of myself."
"I am aware—"
"And yet here you are once again, trying to rescue me."
"I was not—"
Sesshoumaru clamped down on his youki as her reiki flared. Humans rarely felt it; they could see her attacks, but anyone without demon blood was unaffected.
Instincts compelled him to defend himself.
Self-preservation compelled him to do the same, albeit for a different reason.
The miko stood proud and fierce before him, the dragoness once again baring her teeth.
His instincts shifted to something more profound, the image of her defending the Western Keep flashing through his mind.
