But her bed shook, and a growl echoed around the hallway. There was something else in the house, not just him: something with the silhouette of a giant beast and another pair of evil eyes.
“I’m so sorry I frightened you, that was not my intention. I’m here to take you out of here.”
Jai Chen’s breath was finally catching up with her fright, but she still couldn’t respond.
“I assume the Jai clan is keeping you hostage so your brother will cooperate,” he went on, looking a little pleased with himself. “I can take you away.”
“Eyes,” she said at last. “Your…eyes.”
After a moment of confusion, he picked up a nearby hand-mirror. “My eyes?” He glanced into the mirror, saw they were normal, and turned his gaze back on her.
She didn’t take the time to explain. Maybe it was just his Goldsign.
Jai Chen shook her head to signal a change in topic. “Can’t…leave. They…will…kill…him.” Not that she would go with this stranger and his demonic beast anyway.
He seemed stumped by this response, but sighed and moved toward her anyway. “I know you don’t know me, but you’re in more danger if you stay. Excuse me for my rudeness, please.”
Before he could grab her, she slid out of the bed—embarrassed for an instant, as she realized that she was wearing only her bedclothes—and stood on her own shaky feet. With both hands, she drove the dagger into his chest.
It pierced his outer robe and then fell, bloodless, to the ground.
That was all the strength she could muster. Another instant and her knees gave out, though he grabbed her under the shoulders before she could collapse.
Instead of throwing her over his shoulder, as she had expected, he gently lowered her to the floor. His gaze was still wide and intense, but now he looked concerned.
An instant later, as she was trying to gather enough madra to stand, she felt a shiver in her spirit as his scan passed through her.
“Pardon my curiosity, but what happened to your spirit?”
Chapter 21
She took a few heavy breaths before answering. She considered refusing, but it wasn’t a secret. “Remnant…fed on…my spirit.” A few more gulps of air. “Brother…killed him…halfway.”
He nodded, chin in his hand, frowning like she’d given him a riddle. “You had to have seen healers. What did they try?”
Was he some kind of…traveling spirit-healer? With eyes that could turn black, and a beast rattling around in the other room?
Or was he trying to get to know her so that she would agree to leave?
She debated for a long moment, but eventually told him. If he meant her any harm, he could have killed her without lifting a hand. “Channels…core, need…repaired. Expensive…elixir. Then…pure madra…for core.”
Jai Long usually gave her longer breaks between sentences, and he and Sandviper Kral were the only ones who ever talked to her. She cycled madra to her lungs as best she could, though the energy tried to squirm out of her grip.
He knelt in front of her, pulling his pack off and setting it down. This close, she could see black scorch-marks on the canvas.
In a low, crooning voice she couldn’t hear, he murmured to something inside the pack. Was there an animal in there? She flinched back against the bed, imagining the sandvipers from the Desolate Wilds. They would crawl into packs sometimes. Or boots. Or beds.
A moment later, a girl the size of a hand popped out of the pack. She looked like a Remnant of water madra, blue the color of a sunlit lake, but far more solid and detailed. Her head bobbed as sapphire eyes scanned Jai Chen from head to toe.
Cute. For a moment, she wondered if this man would let him pet the little Remnant.
“What do you think?” he murmured, and it took Jai Chen a breath to realize he was talking to the spirit. The miniature woman pulled herself entirely out of the pack, her legs flaring into an azure dress—Jai Chen wasn’t sure if she was wearing a dress, or if her bottom half just fluttered out.
The spirit considered her for a second, then jogged up to Jai Chen. They locked eyes for a moment, and she lowered a hand to pat the little woman on the head.
The Remnant hopped onto her palm and scurried up her arm. Jai Chen barely had time to gasp before the spirit slapped her on the cheek. It was like being slapped by a raindrop.
But the real surprise came from her spirit. A deep blue power rolled through the madra channels in her head, sliding through her like mercury. Her madra tried to squirm away, but it couldn’t escape: the blue power slid through it…
…and where the tiny spirit’s azure power passed, she regained control of her madra. She must have jerked like a spooked horse, because the man looked concerned, but she couldn’t explain. Her power still moved, it still slithered in a way that normal madra didn’t, but it was hers again.
Then the liquid blue spark ran into a broken madra channel, and Jai Chen slammed against the floor. Her consciousness dimmed, and a sharp pain rang through her spirit. The foreign light faded as it tried to push through her broken channel, like it expended something of itself to drill through.
Her limbs started twitching, but she was afraid the blue light would stop. Go, she urged it. Break through.
“I need another one,” the man said distantly, and there came a sound like muffled bells. “I know you’re tired, and I’m sorry. I’ll feed you scales until you explode.”
Jai Chen cracked an eye to see the spirit returning to her, tiny blue fingers extended. She looked more pale than earlier, like a winter sky.
A second sapphire light joined the first, then a third. They drilled through her channels, shaking her limbs until he had to hold her down, but they were doing it. They were drilling new connections through her madra channels. Where they passed, the loops of light were connected again, healthy and free.
The first light was soon extinguished, but when the second and third converged on the core, she blacked out.
…only for an instant, it seemed, because she woke up to the same situation and a man’s voice saying, “Forgiveness. I only know how to do this as an attack.”
She braced herself before a hand struck her in the stomach.
The blow itself was light, but a rush of madra flooded into her, scattering her core, forking like lightning through her channels in reverse. Her madra was scattered, her circulation broken, and even her living madra seemed stunned.
But more madra came in behind it, like a tide. The first pulse had broken the damage, and now his energy filled her, settling into her new channels. It filled her, stretching her core, soaking into her spirit. This must be pure madra, because her soul accepted it gladly, even her serpentine power not resisting at all.
As a test, she cycled madra to her lungs, trying to Enforce herself as she usually did to breathe.
Opening her mouth, she took her first full breath in years.