The octagonal bath carved from bluestone was filled with hot water, and white vapor billowed throughout the palace. Ripples stirred the surface of the water, where little yokai had thoughtfully scattered flower petals.
Light, thin gauze curtains hung around the perimeter of the bath, leaving winding damp trails on the floor tiles. The two men walked into the hall, their shoe soles brushing the ground with a faint sound as the air gradually grew thick and heavy.
Sesshomaru looked at the furnishings inside the newly built bath chamber, released his grip, and turned around. His golden eyes, gazing at his partner, were startlingly bright.
Chapter 120