“Gotcha,” Shinbe stared down at her taking in the picture she made. Her breath had never returned to normal from the dream. Her face was still flushed, and her lips were pouting and so very tempting with her auburn hair spread out across the pillow like silk.
*****
Hyakuhei sat like a statue on the wooden floor of his darkened room, one hand fisted in his lap, shaking slightly in anger. He watched the reflection as she jumped into the time portal to escape the guardian’s touch, and avoid the oncoming, hot-tempered Toya. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. They should all be fighting, and turning against one another. His crimson eyes flashed as a low growl vibrated from his throat. His plans were slowly falling to pieces before his very eyes.
Yuuhi stood before him holding the mir
