If he was the type, Kagome had the feeling Sesshoumaru's displeasure would've echoed around the room. Instead, his youki darkened, pressing Jaken into the floor. "She has been told to send a missive beforehand."
"I tried to explain that to her!" Jaken gasped. "But she claimed to be in the area and wasn't sure if you even here—"
"A pathetic falsity," Sesshoumaru bit out, sliding out of the bed and grabbing Jaken by the collar. "You will delay her until I have dealt with the miko." The vassal nodded vigorously, scrambling to his feet after he was thrown into the hallway.
The door closed with a sickening thud, and Kagome raised an eyebrow in question. "Why do I need to be 'dealt with'?" Considering what they'd just been doing—what they'd been about to do—she wasn't worried about being ejected from the citadel, but clearly, there was a reason behind his sudden change in attitude.
Sesshoumaru raked a hand through his hair, already looking exhausted even though they'd just woken, and she untangled herself from the furs, righting her yukata as she walked toward him. He pulled her close, as if her presence was enough to dispel the unrest clawing at his shoulders. "It is not so much of 'dealing' as it is 'hiding', miko."
She frowned at the title. "If you say anything about being embarrassed by me, I will zap you. And you'll sleep alone for the rest of your long life."
