Grass crunched under his feet as he followed the trail of temperamental reiki, wildlife scampering in the opposite direction.
The guilt continued to build with each step he took, and for the first time in his existence, Sesshoumaru felt woefully unprepared for the battle that was about to take place.
He had been trained to woo females, not to understand them. What he'd told the miko in their previous encounter had been true.
But wanted to understand the miko; wanted her to understand him in return.
Perhaps he should've paid more attention to her interactions with the other males who had tried to pursue her.
