He was conflicted.
Honour dictated he retaliate. Or at least remove himself from the humiliation.
And yet he stayed.
He stayed because the sound of her laughter did funny things to his stomach.
Because her smile made him feel more powerful than any weapon ever had.
Because he liked her.
As the realization settled in his heart, a weight was lifted from Sesshoumaru's shoulders.
"A stalker shouldn't be this funny," the miko sighed, running a hand through her hair.
"I am not—"
"Followed me from the other village, remember?"
Blunt teeth bit down on his human tongue, not wanting to antagonize the dragoness.
As much as he was tempted to do so.
