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From within the shadows of his gaze, something ancient looked out at her, something wise and cunning and dangerous. Something that whispered to her and called to her soul.
An arm slipped around her waist, pulling her backward into a warm body. “Did you miss me?” Shiro purred in her ear.
“What about death is to be feared? The burdens of life can be so great that it would be a comfort to know that someday it will end … that someday, we will have earned the final rest.”
“Is this some sort of female punishment because I almost died or something?”
“You never tire of your twisted games,” the Kunitsukami hissed, “do you, Inari?”
I need you with me.”
His hand on her cheek tightened, and then his mouth was covering hers.
“You are more than a body, Emi. You are more than a vessel for someone else’s will and power.”
“Amaterasu may be willing to let you die for her, but I’m not. Don’t you dare choose my survival over yours again.”
“But I know I fear losing you more than anything that might befall me.”
She had given up everything for duty, even her life. But this … this she couldn’t sacrifice, not even to save the world.
