He could feel Kyou's aura getting farther away.
“He must have taken off as soon as I stepped in the door,” Kotaro mused as he followed Kyoko's sweet scent through the grand halls. The door to her room had been left ajar so he opened it soundlessly and entered, wanting nothing more than to know if what Kyou had said was true.
Was Kyoko really back to the way she used to be? Crossing over to the huge four-poster bed, he found himself looking down at her sleeping form. Kotaro wondered, when her stunning eyes opened, if they would hold life as they used to.
He kneeled down beside the bed, watching her sleep for a moment. To him, she looked so much like an angel. She was lying there on the purple sheets with her silky hair spread over the satin pillow. Such innocence shined through in her sl
