![]() ![]() Sun glinted off the glass of skyscrapers, cars, diamonds, the aluminum spines of umbrellas shading dark-eyed women, casting sparks in Dela’s unprotected eyes. Winds had swept through the night, sloughing away the smog and scent of exhaust and decay. Still, she was alert when she left the hotel the next morning, stepping into the dry furnace of a rare clear Beijing day. She was used to strange dreams, only a few of which had ever come true. ![]() “If you did not bring me here to kill or fight, then I was summoned to pleasure your body.” He looked like he would rather impale himself face-first on a bed of nails.ĭela had mysterious dreams the night before she bought the riddle box. “I see.” He gave her a slow once-over that, oddly, managed not to feel degrading. His mouth tightened into a hard white line. Dela threw up her right hand, while the other clutched her towel. His words were too matter-of-fact, completely chilling. “Are you saying there is no battle to fight, not one person you wish me to kill?” I won’t command you to do anything.” She took in his size, his weapons. Meow, with love.ĭela stared, caught between laughter and a scream. ![]()
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