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“I don’t think I can do this,” Kagome worried, flitting around the room. “Your parents are practically royalty, and – ”
“Kagome,” Sesshoumaru tried, to no avail.
“I mean, your father! Your mother!” She turned to him, eyes wide with fear. “What if they hate me for what I am?”
“You’ve met my brother,” he intoned, arching one elegant eyebrow as he regarded her.
“But – ”
He crossed the room in two strides, brushing his long, tapered fingers against her quivering lips. “They’ll love you,” he assured her, gathering her in his arms. “And even if they don’t, I do. Never forget that.”