The tip of her finger glances off the once fatal fossil.
Sesshoumaru waits, his breath stopped in his chest as her hand flattens against her almost murder.
"This is surreal." She lets go, her aura and power sparking with her emotions, and she turns to him. "How did we end up here?"
He doesn't remember, doesn't care. Her scent fluctuates and fires at him, a fusillade of life that breaks through the death surrounding them.
And it is everything.
Of their own accord, his feet move forward, and then he's standing in front of her taking her hands in his.
