Realization hits her with the force of a fourteen-wheeler, and every muscle in her body seems to weaken.

"Kagome?"

She shakes her head, feeling his concern spike in the suddenly tense line of his body.

"Are you hurt?" Sesshoumaru runs his hand over her, quickly and impersonally looking for signs of injury. When he finds nothing, he presses his nose to the junction of her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply as he searches her scent for something missed.

"I'm fine," she croaks.

"What is wrong?" His eyes are hard, his voice demanding.

Her voice is barely a whisper. "Your intended?"