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Blue Dragon
Kylie Chan


Kylie Chan's Dark Heavens trilogy is the most exciting Urban Fantasy debut of 2010. Already a smash-hit in the author's native Australia it brings a world of Oriental Gods, martial arts action and romance to the genre.




BLUE DRAGON

DARK HEAVENS: BOOK THREE






Kylie Chan







Contents

Cover

Title Page (#ue1115262-9c03-50ab-b312-7599387f3ffc)



Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two



Glossary

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Books by Kylie Chan

Credits

Copyright

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)







The water brightened. The Serpent drifted upwards. The sunlight made streaks of vivid blue in the water.The Serpent reached the surface and lay, unmoving, just beneath.It raised its head slightly above the water, then dipped it below again.It cried.There was no answer.


Chapter One (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Itapped gently on the door. ‘Mum? Dad?’ ‘Come in, sweetheart.’

I opened the door and sidled in. My father was rummaging through his suitcase on the desk. My mother was further inside, folding clothes on the bed.

‘You okay, guys?’ I said.

Both of them smiled weakly at me.

‘You don’t need to worry now,’ I said. ‘That attack’s been coming for a while. I think he threw everything he had at us. It’s finished. It’ll be quiet for a long time.’

My mother came into the little sitting room and gestured for me to sit next to her on the couch. Her bright blue eyes were serious under her short greying brown hair, and her long, kind face seemed more lined than usual. ‘Does that sort of thing happen often?’

‘Small attacks, all the time. Big ones like that, no. That’s only the second or third time we’ve had so many demons thrown at us at once.’ I paused and thought about it. ‘No, actually more than that.’ I smiled an apology. ‘We had about five demons come into the apartment when the Mountain was attacked last January. Then a couple of dozen came at us in China last April. The King of the Demons himself threw about fifty small ones and a dozen big ones at us in London, August of this year, and then straight after that the little bastard who came after us last night had a go at us with a big group at Jennifer’s house.’ I counted them up. ‘Four, not counting last night.’

‘Jennifer’s house? You mean your sister Jennifer?’ my mother said. ‘Oh, that’s right, Leonard works for Mr Chen. Jennifer was attacked? So she knows all about this?’

‘Yes. But Jennifer wasn’t attacked. They attacked us, at her house. Her family weren’t threatened at all, from what I could see.’

‘She never mentioned it,’ my father said.

‘I don’t think she wants to dwell on it,’ I said. ‘It was a very frightening experience for all of them. We’ve posted guards at their house, but no more demons have gone anywhere near them. The demons are after us. Wong wants to take John’s head to the King.’

‘They have a King?’ my father said, coming to sit next to me. Close up, the deep lines around his blue eyes made his tanned, leathery face look older. He studied me with concern.

‘Yeah. Big red-headed bastard. The little creep who came after us last night is his son. The King’s said that anyone who can bring him John’s head will be promoted to Number One son.’

‘They want his head?’ my mother said.

‘John — Xuan Wu — is the mightiest demon killer ever to exist. He ran them all off the face of the Earth a long time ago and they hate him. While he’s weak like this, they’ll keep attacking him. If they get his head, he’ll be gone for a very long time.’

‘What do you mean “gone”?’ my father said. ‘Dead?’

‘No. If they take his head, he’ll revert to True Form. He’ll change into a turtle, combined with a snake, and have to go away for a long time to recover from the exertion of maintaining his human form to stay with Simone and me.’

‘He’d change into a what?’ my mother said.

I sighed. ‘Yeah, I know it’s weird. Even the other Shen say he’s strange, and they’re all completely unbelievable themselves.’ I explained before she could ask. ‘They’re called Shen . Spirits. Not really gods, but that’s the closest word in English we have for it.’

‘So this guy you’re engaged to isn’t a human being at all,’ my father said. ‘He’s some sort of animal spirit.’

‘Got it in one. He’s the Spirit of the North, Emperor of the Dark Northern Heavens, a combination of a serpent and a turtle.’ They both opened their mouths and I answered before they could ask. ‘Yep. That’s right. He’s two animals. And it gets weirder. The Serpent is missing. Gone. Right now he’s just the Turtle.’ I spoke more softly. ‘It’s killing him to be divided like this. The Serpent is out there somewhere, looking for him, and he misses it terribly.’

‘Christ. Then that Tiger guy . . .’ my father began.

‘Yep. He’s really a white tiger.’

My mother’s mouth flopped open.

‘We had dinner the other night with a tiger?’

‘Remember what Leo told you — that he’s about the only normal human member of the household? He’s right,’ I said.

‘John is a turtle. The Tiger, Bai Hu, is a white tiger. Gold is a rock, Jade is a dragon — you saw her. Simone is half Shen; she may take some sort of animal form when she grows up but she’s the first human child John’s ever had so it’ll be interesting to see what she grows into. Michael is half Shen too, half tiger, being the Tiger’s son. He may be able to transform too.’

‘All right. So why were you a snake, love? You’re one of us,’ my father said.

I ran my hands through my hair. ‘I honestly don’t know. The whole thing has me really worried.’

‘The lady last night,’ my father said. ‘What was her name?’

‘Kwan Yin. Goddess of Mercy.’

‘She said that being with him has changed you,’ my father said.

‘Has it?’

‘Frankly?’ my mother said. ‘Yes.’

‘In what way?’

My parents shared a look. My father shrugged. They both smiled slightly at me.

‘You have no idea at all,’ I said.

Neither of them said anything. ‘Would you say that I’m more cold-blooded?’

My mother shifted. ‘I wouldn’t say that you’re cold-blooded, dear —’

‘Yes,’ my father said. ‘You always were a bit of a heartless bitch, but now you seem even more heartless.’

My mother was horrified. ‘Brendan!’

‘Last night, when we were threatened by those things. She was only worried about Simone; she didn’t even seem to notice us. When that black guy, Leo, said he wanted to die for them, what did she say? “Fight well.”’ He turned to me. ‘You were quite happy to let him go in front of you and die, Emma.’

‘So was John.’

‘Yeah. He’s unbelievably cold-blooded too.’

‘You don’t know everything about Leo, Dad. He’s terminally ill, he has AIDS. For him, to die on the battlefield protecting us would be the greatest thing in the world. I sincerely hope he doesn’t die in a hospital bed. He deserves much better.’

‘Oh my God,’ my mother said softly, her eyes wide.

‘Are you worried about catching it?’ I said. ‘I thought I knew you better than that.’

My mother snapped out of it and focused on me. ‘You just said that you hope he doesn’t live as long as he can, that you hope he can die sooner, in a fight. You really are cold-blooded.’

‘She is learning our ways and attaining the Tao,’ the stone in my ring said. ‘She is becoming detached and part of the One.’

My parents cast around, bewildered.

‘Who spoke?’ my father said. ‘Sounded like an Englishman.’

I showed them the ring. ‘The stone talks. And I wish it would shut up sometimes.’

‘My Lady, your mother has a headache and needs her morning caffeine hit, and your father is starving,’ the stone said. ‘Stop talking their ears off and take them to have some breakfast.’

‘He’s right,’ my father said ruefully.

‘Do not refer to me as he!’ the stone snapped. ‘Gender is reserved for you animals. We stones are above that sort of weakness. I don’t know why I give you the benefit of my wisdom when you insult me so casually.’

‘Come on, guys,’ I said, rising from the couch and opening the door to lead them out. ‘Why do you put up with that, Emma?’ my father said. ‘I’d be throwing that bloody thing down the toilet.’

I sat my parents down at the kitchen table. ‘Where’s Simone?’ I asked Ah Yat.

Ah Yat concentrated a moment. ‘Miss Simone and Master Leo are in the training room together.’

‘And Lord Xuan?’

‘Right here,’ John said from the doorway. He came in and sat at the table across from my mother. ‘Morning, Brendan, Barbara. Tea, tikuanyin,’ he ordered without looking at Ah Yat. Ah Yat busied herself with the teapot while my mother’s coffee infused.

I glared at him. ‘Stand up.’

His face went rigid and he didn’t move.

‘Celestial Highness Emperor Xuan Wu of the Dark Northern Heavens, you stand up right now,’ I said.

His face went wry and he rose, pushing his chair back.

I moved as close as I could to him while still remaining safe. He towered over me, a good head taller. His long hair was already coming out from its tie. It was more than four months since his last energy session with Ms Kwan and he was running low. He looked in his late forties; his hair had turned grey at the temples. He smiled slightly at me and his eyes wrinkled up.

I pointed at his black cotton pants. ‘They were new. Leo bought them only a couple of weeks ago.’

He glanced down. They already had a hole in the left knee.

‘You did that deliberately to annoy me, didn’t you?’ I said fiercely. ‘To get me back for throwing those old ones away. I told you not to wear them for Short Weapons.’

He threw himself down again and pulled his chair closer to the table. Ah Yat presented him with the tea and he poured for himself. ‘I am a creature of my word, and it was an accident,’ he said. He turned to my parents. ‘Has she always been this impossible?’

‘You are absolutely the scruffiest Immortal I have ever met,’ I huffed. ‘I’m surprised your Celestial Form is so tidy. Your armour doesn’t have any holes in it. Why do your clothes?’

‘That is extremely good coming from you,’ John said mildly. ‘Look at your jeans.’

I glanced down at my jeans and felt my face redden. I pulled a chair out and sat next to my father. ‘I didn’t know that was there.’

‘My Lord Mr Donahoe, my Lady Mrs Donahoe, what may I prepare for you?’ Ah Yat said.

‘Just Brendan, and if you have any cornflakes that’d be great. Otherwise, whatever’s going,’ my father said.

‘Just some fruit and toast, please,’ my mother said.

Ah Yat nodded, smiled, and disappeared. Both my parents jumped.

‘No cornflakes,’ I said. ‘She’s gone to buy you some.’

‘Speaking of armour, I must have some made for you,’ John said. ‘Don’t worry about it. Right now, every attack’s an ambush so there’s no point,’ I said. ‘And how come I came back with clothes on last night? I shouldn’t have been able to conjure them.’

‘What are you talking about?’ my father said.

‘When we transform, we lose the clothes. Of course,’ John said.

‘The Tiger loves it,’ I cut in. ‘Shocking exhibitionist.’

‘Anyway,’ John said, glaring at me, ‘we conjure the clothes when we return to human form.’

‘But I shouldn’t have been able to do that,’ I said.

‘Obviously the Serpent in you could,’ John said. ‘The stone was right: we must start some more advanced training with you. Who knows what you’ll be able to do? Try something now,’ he said, sitting straighter. ‘Try calling me.’

I thought hard at him.

‘Nothing,’ he said, sounding disappointed.

I shrugged. ‘Not surprising. The snake’s probably hiding right now.’

Ah Yat appeared with the cornflakes and placed the breakfast things on the table in front of my parents.

‘Thanks,’ my father said and poured the cereal. ‘How old are you, John?’

‘I have no idea,’ John said.

‘You look about forty or forty-five,’ my mother said.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Far too old for me.’

‘I’m probably in the region of four to four and a half thousand years old,’ John said amiably. ‘I have no recollection of being born. I don’t know exactly when I gained consciousness. I joined with the Serpent about three and a half thousand years ago.’

My parents stared at him, speechless.

‘About three thousand years ago the human form was Raised and I was promoted to Dark Emperor,’ John said, almost to himself. ‘Celestial General. That sort of thing.’

‘And you still haven’t grown up,’ I said. ‘Tea, Ceylon. Toast with peanut butter, please, Ah Yat.’

Ah Yat disappeared again.

‘Must have run out of peanut butter,’ I said. ‘Don’t know why all the demons like it so much. Remind me later to ask her for a shopping list — we can order in bulk on the internet, have it delivered, and she can stop flitting around like that. People at the supermarket will notice.’

‘She probably changes her form if she has to go twice in a row,’ John said. ‘Eat,’ I said, gesturing towards my parents. ‘You’ll get used to it.’

‘Why black?’ my mother said. ‘You only wear black. Everything. And Tiger the other night — he called you a Black Turtle. What was that about?’

‘You know the Suzy Wong reference?’ I said, and she nodded. ‘Well, Black Turtle is Cantonese street slang for pimp. The turtle in general is renowned for its …’ I grinned at John, ‘behaviour, and there are a lot of nasty insults surrounding it. It’s not a good idea to say the word anywhere near anybody.’

Ah Yat appeared with a jar of peanut butter in her hand. She put it on the table in front of me. ‘Did you pay for that?’ I said.

Ah Yat didn’t reply; she just turned and busied herself at the sink. ‘You dishonour us, Ah Yat,’ I said. ‘Later, you will go back there, pick up one of these, pay for it and put it back on the shelf, and that is an order.’

‘I’m a turtle egg,’ John said.

Ah Yat silently collapsed over the sink.

‘See?’ I said. ‘He just called himself a motherless bastard.’

‘Well, I am,’ John said mildly. ‘I have no idea as to my origins or heritage. I just am.’

Ah Yat disappeared.

‘Damn. I wish you’d stop doing that,’ I said. ‘It’ll take ages for her to pull herself together and come back.’ I turned to my parents. ‘What would you like to do today? Would you like to see the Academy? Some kung fu? The students would love to show you.’

‘Anything you like will be fine with us, Emma,’ my mother said weakly.

‘Sunday, Emma,’ John said.

‘Oh yeah, I forgot,’ I said. ‘I’ll find Simone and let Leo go. He should have said something.’

‘Go,’ John said.

Leo and Simone were working with the sword together. Simone was using my weapon.

‘Can you make it sing, Simone?’ I said.

‘Watch this.’ Simone put the sword out in front of her and stilled. The sword made a pure resounding note of indescribable beauty. Simone ran it through a gentle scale, each note making the air vibrate in harmony. The sound stopped and she relaxed.

Leo and I stared at her with awe.

‘That was wonderful,’ I said. ‘How come it sounds so splendid for you?’

‘I used shen,’ Simone said, ‘not chi.’

‘Does Mr Chen know you can do that?’ Leo said.

Simone smiled and shook her head.

‘We need to let Leo have his day off, Simone,’ I said. ‘I’m still having breakfast with my mum and dad. Want to sit with us?’

‘Sure,’ Simone said. ‘I forgot, Leo, sorry. You go.’

Leo saluted us both and went out without saying a word.

‘Can you do shen work apart from that, Simone?’ I said as we went down the hall together.

‘No. Just that. I did it by accident the first time. It sounds really pretty.’

We went into the kitchen together.

‘Hello, Mrs Donahoe, Mr Donahoe,’ Simone said.

‘Hello, dear,’ my mother said. ‘Are you okay after last night? You weren’t too scared?’

John grabbed his teapot and cup, nodded to my parents, and rose.

‘Wait!’ I said quickly, and he stopped in the doorway. ‘Did you know that Simone can make the sword sing with shen?’

John glanced sharply at Simone, then returned to the table and put down the pot and cup. He pulled Simone to sit in his lap.

‘You put shen into Emma’s sword?’ he said.

‘It sounds really pretty when you use shen, Daddy,’ Simone said. ‘Much nicer than when you use chi.’

‘Don’t try to use ching, you’re too little,’ John said sternly.

‘Don’t be silly, Daddy,’ Simone said. ‘Of course not.’

My parents silently watched the exchange, bewildered.

‘Good,’ he said gently. ‘Can you hold out your hands for me and put some shen into them?’

‘Is that okay to do?’

‘It should be all right while I’m holding you.’

Simone held her hands out and concentrated. A ball of pure silvery-white shen energy appeared above her outstretched palms.

My mother gasped quietly.

‘How much do you have, do you think?’ he said.

‘I don’t know. There’s still a lot inside me.’

‘Put it back, sweetheart.’

The shen disappeared.

‘Is she already Immortal, John?’ I said. ‘You said only Immortals can work with shen.’

John put his hand on Simone’s forehead and concentrated. ‘No.’

‘Well then, why can she do that?’

He smiled gently. ‘Because she is who she is. Same as you.’ He rested his chin on the top of her head. ‘Don’t do that too much, sweetheart, it can be dangerous. Don’t do it unless I’m watching you.’

‘Okay, Daddy,’ Simone said. ‘Where’s Ah Yat? I’m hungry.’

‘You’re always hungry when you’re working with energy,’ I said.

Ah Yat appeared. ‘Yes, my Princess?’

‘Can I have some ramen, please, Ah Yat?’

Ah Yat bowed slightly. ‘My Lady.’

‘I have work to do. I’ll leave you to it,’ John said. ‘When you want to go out, call me. I’ll take you. There may be strays.’ He nodded to my parents. ‘Brendan, Barbara.’ He rose and gently slid Simone onto the chair. ‘Don’t do shen work unless I’m with you.’

‘What about the sword?’

‘That too.’

‘Okay, Daddy.’ Simone hopped off the chair and went to the fridge to find some apple juice.

Emma, I need to talk to you, John said silently. Come with me into my office.

‘I’ll be right back,’ I said to my parents. I glanced at my tea. ‘I’ll never finish this.’

Bring it with you.

‘Good idea.’

My parents stared at me as if I was completely crazy. ‘I am completely crazy,’ I said. ‘I’d have to be to put up with this.’

Too true.

‘Enough!’ I picked up my teacup and went out with John. Simone watched us go, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Daddy just likes annoying you sometimes, she said silently.

‘I will make a rule about this if you two don’t stop it,’ I said fiercely.

‘What’s going on?’ my father said.

‘You explain to them, Simone,’ I said. ‘Since you’re so clever.’

I stopped at the doorway and watched. Simone concentrated on my parents over the top of her apple juice. They both jumped as if stung.

John sat behind his desk and I took one of the visitor’s chairs. The desk was in an even worse mess than usual, probably a result of the end-of-year budgeting and the recruitment of the new novices.

‘I wish I had time to go through this room properly,’ I said. ‘When my parents have left, I’ll spend a whole day in here sorting this lot out. Even the Sanskrit.’

‘Go right ahead.’ He leaned forward over the desk. ‘What Simone just did is exceptional.’

‘I thought so,’ I said. ‘She’s not even on the Celestial Plane.’

‘Only the very few of the very largest of us can do that.’ He leaned back and retied his hair. ‘And she’s not even Immortal yet.’

‘You mean she may end up more powerful than you? I find that difficult to believe.’

‘I don’t think so. But she will certainly outshine many on the Plane. Emma, listen carefully.’

‘I’m listening.’

‘Stone.’

‘My Lord,’ the stone in my ring said.

‘Record this.’

‘Very good, my Lord.’

‘Emma, I’m just having the stone record this so that you don’t need to remember all of it. You and the stone can pass the instructions on to the Masters. Here goes.’ He leaned his elbows on the desk. ‘After I’m gone, I want Simone to learn travel, advanced energy weapons, summoning, and yin.’

‘Yin?’ the stone said.

‘Record. Do not comment,’ John said. ‘I want her to learn level three binding. Up to level ninety taming. Shen; all aspects of shen work. If I have not returned by the time she is twenty years old, then ching as well. I want her to have Dark Heavens immediately both myself and Leo are gone. And when she is fourteen years old, Gold is to bring down Seven Stars for her.’

‘When she’s only fourteen?’ I said softly.

‘Yes. Unfortunately, nobody else besides me knows how to make it shine, so I’ll tell you now, just in case.’

‘I’ve never seen it shine,’ I said.

‘I wish you could,’ John said, looking me straight in the eye. ‘Right now I can’t do it; I need to be near full strength and in Celestial Form. It is a sight to see. Hopefully you can pass the information on to Simone, and she will be able to make the sword resonate.’ He glanced at the stone. ‘Record this carefully.’

‘I really am most profoundly honoured, my Lord,’ the stone said softly. ‘Are you sure you want to tell me this?’

‘I think when Simone is about fourteen she will take some sort of Celestial Form,’ John said. ‘Based on what she did this morning, it is quite possible.’ He dropped his head and grimaced. ‘I won’t see it.’

‘What about a True Form?’ I said.

He smiled and shrugged. ‘No idea. I like to think she will be a Serpent, as you are.’ He obviously had a sudden thought. ‘Stop recording, stone.’

‘My Lord,’ the stone said.

‘Emma,’ he said, studying me intensely, ‘you never named your own sword. Why not?’

‘I just felt it was too pretentious.’

‘It’s easier to refer to the weapon by name, you know. Immortals can call weapons to them when the weapons have names.’

I sighed. ‘I know. I just didn’t feel right about it. It’s just my weapon, nothing special. Same as me, nothing special.’

He made a soft sound of amusement but didn’t rise to it. ‘Did it occur to you that the blade may already have a name?’

‘No, not at all,’ I said. ‘I never really thought about it too much, it was just my weapon. But I think I should give it to Simone now. It sings much more sweetly for her.’

‘It is the Silver Serpent.’

‘You’re joking. The sword’s name is the Serpent?’

‘That is the Serpent?’ the stone said.

‘Yes,’ he said to both of us. ‘Begin recording again.’

‘My Lord,’ the stone said.

John looked down at his hands. ‘To make Seven Stars resonate, Simone must be able to take a Celestial Form. Then she needs to light all the cauldrons and open all the gates. Do you know what a chakra is, Emma?’

‘I know. But that’s an Indian thing, not Chinese at all. You have dan tian, cauldrons and gates, not chakras.’

‘Same thing,’ John said. ‘Three cauldrons, the three dan tian. Three gates. One Inner Eye. Each corresponds to a chakra, there are seven altogether. There are seven cavities on the sword. One for each star, one for each chakra. She will need to load the sword with her own chakras for it to shine.’

‘That will be an incredibly difficult process to master,’ the stone said with awe. ‘One wrong step and she could destroy herself.’

‘I am well aware of that,’ John said. ‘I think she will be able to do it.’

‘She’ll be projecting her own dan tian into the sword?’ I said softly.

‘Yes. The sword will become perfectly aligned with her. She and the sword will protect each other. Part of her consciousness will enter the sword.’ His eyes turned inwards and he smiled. ‘The experience is incredibly euphoric when you do it right. The destructive power of the loaded weapon is immeasurable.’

‘Under what circumstances would she need to use it, though? There probably won’t be any demons that she’ll need to fear anyway, once she’s all the way there.’

‘You are quite right, Emma,’ John said. ‘She will only need to use it if faced by an overwhelming force.’ He leaned back. ‘Now, go and talk to your parents.’

‘How long do we have, Xuan Wu?’

His face went rigid. ‘Not long.’


Chapter Two (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Iwent back with my tea and sat at the kitchen table. Simone was amusing my parents with stories of Zhu Que’s chicks.

‘The birds talk?’ my mother said.

‘They’re not really birds —’ I began.

‘Yes, they are, silly Emma,’ Simone said.

‘They’re really birds. Not really children at all.’

‘They look like baby emus,’ I said.

‘What’s an emu?’ Simone said.

‘I should take you to Australia again.’

‘That would be fun,’ Simone said. ‘Maybe after Daddy has gone, and we don’t have to worry about the demons so much. After he’s killed One Two Two.’

My mother made a small sound and I glanced at her. Her face was unreadable.

I turned back to Simone. ‘It’s a deal. Maybe next Christmas. Even if he’s still here, we’ll go and take him for a swim in the sea.’

‘What would you like to do today, Mrs Donahoe?’ Simone said. ‘Where would you like us to take you?’

‘Any suggestions, Emma?’ my father said through his cornflakes.

‘It’s difficult on a Sunday,’ I said.

‘Why, nothing open?’ my mother said.

Simone giggled at that. My mother looked at her with bewilderment.

‘Everything’ll be open, Mum, that’s not the problem,’ I said. ‘Hong Kong is very densely populated, and for many people Sunday is the only day off. So the shopping centres, the streets, everywhere, will be packed.’

‘You can’t move in the middle of Causeway Bay,’ Simone said, still delighted. ‘The ground floor of Sogo is packed. You can’t even get in.’

‘Sogo is a big Japanese department store in Causeway Bay,’ I said. ‘I don’t know why, but everyone agrees to meet at the entrance on a Sunday. It’s absolutely packed to the rafters with people.’

‘Want to go yum cha?’ Simone said. ‘There’s a couple of places that know Daddy, and we don’t have to take a number.’

‘Oh no, please, Simone,’ I moaned, ‘you know I can’t eat anything there. Hardly any of it’s vegetarian.’

‘What?’ my father said, still through the cornflakes.

I ran my hands through my hair. ‘I’m mostly vegetarian now, guys. Sorry.’

‘It’s because Emma’s becoming Immortal,’ Simone said with relish. ‘Human Immortals are vegetarian. Like Kwan Yin.’

The phone rang. I rose to get it, but John answered it in the study.

‘Tell us about this Immortal stuff, Emma,’ my mother said as I sat back down.

I was silent. I didn’t want to go into detail about it.

‘If a human being attains the Tao, then they become Immortal,’ Simone said, her eyes sparkling. ‘That’s what Emma’s doing.’

‘Tao?’ my father said.

‘The Way,’ I said. ‘It’s complicated. I’d prefer not to talk about it.’

‘You are no fun at all sometimes, Emma,’ Simone said, sounding much more mature than her six years.

John appeared in the doorway and leaned in to speak to us, one hand on either side of the frame. ‘Emma, we have problems.’

My heart sank. ‘Already?’

‘Leo called from the dojo he teaches at on Sundays. It’s in Causeway Bay. Michael’s there. About fifty low-level demons have turned up at the front door seeking sanctuary.’

He stopped and went rigid, his eyes unfocused. Then he snapped back and smiled gently. ‘More have turned up at Turtle’s Folly. And about a hundred appeared outside the car park of Hennessy Road. Altogether, about two hundred demons, all over Hong Kong, all pleading for protection.’

The intercom next to the front door buzzed.

‘Oh my God, no,’ I said.

John answered it.

‘Yes, Barnabas?’ he said. ‘How many? Okay. I’ll be right down.’

He came back to the doorway, leaned in and smiled. ‘About twenty downstairs. We have a busy day ahead of us.’

‘What’s going on, Emma?’ my mother said weakly.

‘What are we going to do?’ I said. ‘I wanted to show my parents around.’

‘We can do that at the same time,’ he said. ‘You finish your breakfast; I’ll go downstairs and sort out the demons here. Then we’ll go to the Folly, then the dojo, then to Hennessy Road.’

‘Do the dojo first,’ I said. ‘It doesn’t belong to us. The owner will be upset if the demons don’t disappear in a hurry. Does he know who you are?’

‘No, you’re quite right. He has no idea who I am, only that I’m one of the best there is. He knows I taught Li. I’ll do downstairs first, and then we can go to Causeway Bay.’

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘What the hell will we do with two hundred demons?’

‘I have no idea,’ John said. ‘All suggestions welcome.’

‘What is this all about, Emma?’ my father demanded.

‘Explain while I go downstairs and sort them out,’ John said.

‘Can’t a Master do this?’ I wailed.

‘Nope. Only a Celestial, and I’m the only one around today. Oh,’ his face cleared, ‘what a good idea. Simone.’

‘Yes, Daddy?’ Simone said through her noodles without turning around.

‘Want to come and have a lesson in demon taming?’

‘Cool!’ Simone squealed. She jumped up and threw her chopsticks onto the table.

‘I wonder if you can do it too,’ John said, eyeing me appraisingly. ‘Considering what you are. Stone.’

The stone didn’t reply and I tapped it.

‘Yes, my Lady?’

‘Have a look at Emma. Do you think she can tame demons directly now?’

The stone was silent for a moment. ‘Not right now. On the inside she appears to be a perfectly normal human being.’

‘What about the Serpent?’

‘Damn,’ I said softly.

‘Probably,’ the stone said. ‘But right now it’s not there.’

‘Okay,’ John said. ‘Just me and Simone then. Emma, you stay up here and keep your parents company. This will take about half an hour, then we’ll all go down to Causeway Bay. Come on, Simone.’

Simone bounced to her father and grabbed his hand. ‘I want a demon servant for myself!’

‘No way!’ I shouted at their backs. ‘You do your own cleaning up!’

I heard the door open. ‘You are no fun at all, Emma,’ Simone said faintly just as the door closed.

‘I do not appreciate being ignored like this,’ my father growled.

‘Sorry. We just had to organise what to do,’ I said.

‘What’s the big problem?’ my mother said.

‘Demons have turned up on our doorstep looking for sanctuary — hundreds of them.’ I ran my hands through my hair. ‘There are different levels of demons, and the low-level ones are usually servants — except more like possessions — of the larger ones. When a really big demon gets annoyed, it usually takes it out on the small ones. The demon we saw last night is a really big one, a Prince, and he’s particularly cruel to his thralls. Looks like just about every single one of them has tried to escape him and turned to us.’

‘What is John going to do?’ my mother said.

‘First he has to check that they’ve really turned. Then he’ll send them somewhere to work for him — although God knows what we’ll do with two hundred demons. We really don’t have the room for them.’

‘I’m really beginning to wish that I’d never come to this awful place, Emma,’ my mother said softly. ‘And that you’d never come here either.’

‘You’ll be fine.’ I tried to reassure her. ‘When John and Simone come back up, we’ll all go down to Causeway Bay and have a look at the shops while he sorts out the demons at the dojo. Don’t worry, we’ll be safe.’

‘I don’t know how you can live like this,’ my father said. ‘You act as if you’re totally unafraid. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world.’

‘I hardly recognise you,’ my mother whispered. ‘You aren’t the girl that left Queensland six years ago to work in Hong Kong for a couple of years.’

‘I’m still the same person.’

‘You’re a bloody snake!’ my father cried. ‘If that lady hadn’t shown us inside you, I would swear you were a different person. That you aren’t Emma at all.’

I didn’t know what to say.

‘Are you sure we’ll be safe?’ my mother said.

‘Absolutely positive.’ I tried to smile. ‘Come on, you might enjoy yourselves. The shops around Causeway Bay are great fun.’

‘Simone said something about Leo’s mother hurting his mouth and that’s why he has a speech impediment,’ my father said from the front of the car as John drove us all down to the dojo. ‘What happened?’

‘Not Leo’s mother, a Snake Mother,’ Simone said patiently. She was sitting between my mother and me in the back seat. ‘Snake Mothers are big demons.’

My parents glanced at me, questioning. I looked out the car window and didn’t say anything.

‘What did the demons do to him, Emma?’ my mother said.

‘They cut his tongue in half,’ John said, without looking away from the road. ‘Right down the middle. We were able to heal it, but he’ll never speak clearly again.’

My parents were silent. I could picture their faces, but I still didn’t look.

John made himself appear very old as we neared the Causeway Bay dojo.

‘Have you been here before, Emma?’ he said. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘A couple of times, to pick up Leo.’ John eased the car up into the car park and parked it not far from the smaller Mercedes.

‘Do you need a cover story?’ I said before we stepped out of the car.

‘No. I’ll just be me, John Chen Wu. The owner of the dojo just knows my name and that I’m Leo’s employer.’ He grinned at me. ‘Do I look about ninety?’

‘At least.’ I grinned back. ‘Very cute.’ ‘He doesn’t look cute, he looks stupid,’ Simone said. ‘Respect your elders,’ John said sharply in a thin elderly voice.

Simone screamed with laughter. ‘You okay to get around like that?’ I said. ‘You don’t need help?’

‘Nope,’ he said in his usual voice, his dark eyes sparkling under his bushy white eyebrows. ‘It’s only the outside. The Dark Lord is inside, still as drained as ever.’ He glanced at the car park lift. ‘I hope Roland has a spare room where we can do this.’

‘Come on, guys,’ I said to my parents, who were watching us like frightened deer. ‘Everything’ll be fine. Let’s sort out these demons, then we’ll go to the shops.’

The dojo was on the eighth floor of a nondescript commercial building in the least glamorous part of Causeway Bay. The lift was tiny, old and filthy. My parents were not impressed.

The eighth-floor lobby was tiled with ghastly dark green tiles, and the walls were bare concrete stained black with smoke from the incense in the altars to the door gods.

Mr Pak had the whole floor of the building, his family had owned it for many years. The dojo’s single door had a red demon-warding light above it, a small altar to the door god next to it, and a number of good-luck calligraphy papers stuck all around it. There was a huge metal gate in front of it, but that was left open during the day.

John banged on the door. Nothing happened. He stopped and concentrated.

Leo opened the door and poked his head around. ‘My Lord. My Lady. Come on in, we have a lot of explaining to do.’

The whole dojo was a hubbub of voices. There must have been dozens of demons in the training rooms, but the hallway was deserted.

John stilled. The noise hushed immediately. There was complete silence.

‘John, your hair’s going black,’ I whispered urgently. ‘Try to hold the shape.’

John concentrated again and gained a few years.

‘I do not believe this,’ my father growled quietly.

‘Maybe take your parents shopping while I sort this out,’ John said to me.

‘How many are there?’

‘About seventy-five, but more are turning up all the time.’

Roland Pak charged down the hall towards us and shouldered Leo aside. ‘What the hell is going on?’ he shouted in Cantonese. ‘Are these refugees from the mainland or something? Illegals? If you don’t give me a good reason why I shouldn’t call the police, I’ll be hitting the phone soon and hitting it hard.’

‘So sorry about this, Roland,’ John said calmly in English. ‘New students from the Mainland, came to the wrong address. Should have come to me.’

‘Like I said, I gave the bus driver the wrong address, Roland,’ Leo said, taking the blame. ‘I should have given the bus driver the address of Mr Chen’s place in Wan Chai, but I gave him the wrong card.’

‘Hair, John,’ I whispered under my breath.

‘Just let me round them up and get them fixed,’ John said amiably. ‘I’ll check their IDs and then send them over to my building.’

Roland studied John carefully.

I shot a glance at John. He was losing it.

John concentrated on Leo.

‘Come with me, Roland,’ Leo said, taking Roland’s shoulder and turning him away. ‘Let’s go and have some coffee or tea or something while Mr Chen makes these students disappear.’

Roland shrugged Leo off and faced John. He studied him intensely.

I’m very drained, Emma, John said into my ear. The last couple of days have taken a lot out of me. I don’t think I can hold it.

‘Come on, Roland,’ Leo said, trying to turn him around.

‘Get your hands off me before I hit you,’ Roland hissed. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

He stared at John, who had reverted. He didn’t look ninety any more, he looked about fifty, and his hair was almost completely black.

Roland’s face became a mask of horror. ‘Demon!’ he shouted and moved into a guard stance. ‘What are you?’

John completely lost it. He roared with laughter, then straightened and changed back to his normal middle-aged self. He grinned at Roland with delight. ‘You think I’m a demon? You have seventy-five of them in here already and you think I’m a demon?’

Roland didn’t shift.

‘Sorry about this, Leo,’ John said. ‘Couldn’t be helped.’

‘Not your fault, my Lord,’ Leo said. ‘It’ll be fun to tell him anyway. Can’t wait to see the look on his face.’

‘I want to be there too.’ Michael came down the hallway and stopped behind Leo. ‘I want to see his face when he finds out. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.’

‘You three go and tell him everything,’ I said. ‘I’m taking Mum and Dad shopping.’

‘I want to come too,’ Simone said. ‘I brought my wallet.’

‘Go,’ John said. ‘If any demons approach you, send them up here.’

Roland stiffened when John said ‘demons’ but didn’t move otherwise.

‘Hi, Roland,’ I said.

Roland didn’t move or shift his gaze from John.

‘Look behind you, at the end of the hallway.’

Roland still didn’t move.

‘See the altar at the end of the hallway there?’

‘I know it’s there,’ Roland said.

‘Who put it there?’

‘Leo.’

‘Yeah,’ I said with a broad grin. ‘Which god is it for?’

‘Pak Tai.’

‘Yeah, Pak Tai. Chen Wu,’ I said. ‘Leo put it there ’cause Leo works for Chen Wu.’ I gestured towards John. ‘This guy.’

Roland dropped his arms and his face went slack. ‘No.’

‘Come on, guys,’ I said to my parents. ‘Let the boys have their fun.’

‘I think you spoiled their fun already, Emma,’ Simone said with delight. ‘That was great.’

‘Call me when you have them all tamed,’ I said as we left.

My parents’ faces were white as we took the lift down to street level. I didn’t know what to say.

‘Can we go to Toys R Us, Emma?’ Simone said. ‘I have some money to spend.’

‘How about we show my mum and dad some grownup stuff?’ I said. ‘You can go to Toys R Us any day.’

‘Oh, okay,’ she said. ‘Of course.’ She looked up at my mother. ‘What sort of things would you like to buy?’

My mother stared at Simone as if she were a creature from another planet.

‘She’s just a little girl, Mum,’ I said.

‘Yeah,’ Simone said with a grin. ‘Emma’s the one that’s the snake.’

Both my parents stiffened.

‘Damn,’ I said softly. I raised my voice and tried to sound cheerful. ‘Let’s go to the China Products store. There’s a lot of great stuff there from the Mainland — Chinese handicrafts. You said you wanted to see that, right, Mum?’

My mother watched me, silent.

‘Are you okay?’ Simone said.

Neither of my parents spoke.

What’s the matter with them, Emma? Simone said into my ear.

‘Come on, guys,’ I said. ‘Let’s go and be tourists. Perfectly ordinary, normal tourists.’


Chapter Three (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Finished, Emma, come on back.

‘John’s finished with the demons at the dojo,’ I said. ‘We’ll go back and move on to Bright Mansions.’

When we reached the dojo, Roland Pak was in his office with John, beaming with delight.

‘Where’s Leo and Michael?’ I said.

‘In one of the training rooms,’ John said. ‘Leo’s teaching a group of youngsters. Michael’s assisting.’

‘Come in, come in,’ Roland said to my parents. ‘Come. Sit.’

He rose and gave his seat to my mother, and gestured towards an empty chair for my father. The tiny office was a squeeze with all of us in there. Simone climbed into her father’s lap.

‘You can throw chi too, Emma?’ Roland said, leaning one hip on the desk.

‘Yep,’ I said, standing behind my father and resting my hands on his shoulders. ‘I’m about ten times as good as Michael.’

‘And that’s just in human form,’ John said. ‘In Serpent form she’s another ten times better than that.’

My parents stiffened and I glared at John, but Roland’s grin didn’t shift.

‘Where did you put them all?’ I said.

‘I sent them up to the Mountain. Construction will move three times more quickly with so many extra hands, even if they are unskilled. I may have some of them taught to use heavy equipment; we’re short on bulldozer operators to clear the rubble.’

‘One Two Two’s really done us a huge favour then,’ I said. ‘On to Happy Valley.’

‘How about I drop you at the Jockey Club clubhouse in the Valley on the way?’ John said. ‘You can have lunch there while I sort the demons out.’

‘Uh,’ Roland began. ‘Before you go . . .’

‘Yes, Roland?’ John said.

‘You want me to show you some stuff, don’t you,’ I said.

Roland nodded.

‘Oh, of course,’ John said, leaning back. ‘Least we can do for you, Roland, after putting you through all of this. Imagine having a hundred demons turn up at your front door like that. I’ll get someone to set seals on the studio early next week.’ John rose and slid Simone off his lap. ‘Do you have a free room we can use?’

‘Come this way,’ Roland said, his grin even wider.

‘You guys can stay here and wait for me, if you like,’ I said to my parents.

‘I’d like to see, Emma,’ my father said. ‘Barbie?’

My mother nodded, silent.

Your mother’s not talking much, Simone said into my ear. Is she okay?

‘If it’s all too much for you, just say so, Mum,’ I said, linking my arm into my mother’s and giving her a squeeze as I led her out into the hall. ‘I’ll take you home and let you rest.’

‘I’m okay,’ my mother said softly. ‘I want to see.’

Roland took us down the hall, past the room where Leo had resumed his lesson, to another training room.

It was only about three metres square and didn’t have any mirrors. One wall was windows overlooking the busy Causeway Bay street. I jammed my foot into the mats on the floor to test them: not as good as the ones up on the Peak, just cotton wadding. But they would do.

‘What would you like to see, Roland?’ I said.

‘Siu Lim Tao,’ Roland said.

‘You’re joking. The basic Wing Chun set?’

‘I’m impressed, Roland,’ John said. ‘Good thing to ask for. If Emma performs the set for you, you will see it done by a true Grand Master, in perfection. You should take a video.’

‘I can’t do it perfectly,’ I said, annoyed. ‘Nobody can.’

‘Not even me?’ John said with a grin.

I glared at him. He could see that I wanted to thump him and his grin widened. ‘Do it, Emma. If Roland can find any imperfection in your performance of the set, I will be very impressed indeed.’

‘I’m going to do the basic set of moves for one of the more lethal types of Chinese kung fu,’ I said to my parents. ‘But the most effective styles are the least impressive to look at. Don’t expect too much, okay? After I’ve done this for Roland I’ll do some pretty stuff for you. And I’m not a Grand Master, Roland. Call me sigung and I’ll be very cross indeed.’

‘Sigung,’ John said loudly. He dropped to the floor to sit cross-legged and pulled Simone into his lap, holding her around the waist.

‘When I am able to touch you again,’ I said, moving into position, ‘old man,’ I flipped my fists and moved into Wing Chun stance, ‘I really am going to beat,’ I punched with my left fist and then my right, ‘the living crap out of you.’

‘Stop,’ Roland said, and I froze. ‘Sorry. Apologies. But you didn’t do a signature.’

‘A signature?’ my mother said.

I nodded, still with my right fist out. ‘That’s right. Each Master adds a small move to the start of the set. All of their students do that move first, to acknowledge the Master who taught them. It’s like the Master’s signature.’

‘But you didn’t do one,’ Roland said.

‘No. She was taught by me,’ John said.

‘Oh,’ Roland said softly.

I worked through the rest of the set, finished and saluted. I was greeted with complete silence.

I looked at my parents; their faces were frozen in masks of restraint. They weren’t impressed at all.

John and Simone smiled indulgently.

Roland grinned like an idiot.

‘Emma,’ John said, ‘show it to Roland at full speed.’

‘Some of it’s meant to be done slow.’

‘Show him the fast bits at full speed.’

‘Okay.’

That didn’t take much time at all; at full speed I moved through the set very quickly. My hands were a blur.

I stopped and saluted again. Once again there was complete silence.

Then, ‘I couldn’t see your hands,’ my mother whispered.

Roland had a huge smile on his face and tears ran down his cheeks. He spun and went out. ‘Don’t go anywhere,’ he called from the hallway. ‘I’ll be right back.’

‘Roland’s seen Michael do energy work. Do some for your parents,’ John said.

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Do you want to see me throw energy?’

‘What does it involve?’ my father said.

‘I take some of my personal energy and push it outside my body. It’s difficult to explain. Might be better if I just showed you. Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you. If it bothers you, just say so and I’ll stop.’

Both my parents stiffened but remained silent.

‘You sure you want to see?’ I said.

‘Show us,’ my father said, and my mother nodded.

I generated a small ball of chi, only about the size of a tennis ball. I held it on my hands and waited as they became accustomed to it.

‘Okay?’ I said.

My mother nodded. My father didn’t move.

I lifted the chi and floated it around the room. I didn’t move it close to them.

‘Generate another the same size,’ John said.

I hesitated. I’d never tried that before. I put the chi into the centre of the room and left it there, hovering. I held my hands still and concentrated and, to my surprise, managed another one. I moved it off my hands and put it near the first one. Now there were two balls of energy hovering in the centre of the room.

‘Do you think you could produce a third?’ he said.

‘Let me try.’

‘If it gets away from you then drop it,’ John said quickly.

I nodded and concentrated, and produced a third ball. I moved it next to the other two. I tried something; I made them spin vertically around a common axis, like a little Ferris wheel.

‘Cool,’ Simone said softly.

‘Merge them,’ John said without moving.

I pulled them closer together and they joined to form a larger ball of chi.

‘Now separate them again.’

I concentrated and the ball of chi split into three smaller balls again, still spinning. I didn’t have it perfect, each ball of chi was a slightly different size.

Roland came in and stopped dead. ‘Wah!’

‘Make them blue,’ John said.

I concentrated. They went from gold to green, then greenish-blue. I lost it completely: the chi snapped back and hit me in the middle of the stomach, knocking me flat.

Simone burst out laughing, but my parents rushed to me, concerned.

‘Are you okay, sweetheart?’ my mother said as my father lifted me.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I said. ‘Happens all the time when I’m working with energy. It’s on an invisible rubber band. If I lose control, it snaps back and knocks me flat.’ I gestured towards John and Simone who were clutching each other with delight. ‘They think it’s really hilarious.’

‘Well it is, silly Emma,’ Simone said, still giggling.

‘She’s right, you know, Emma,’ John said. He sobered. ‘Oh. You should know — only Immortals can do that. Humans can’t work with more than one chi ball at the same time. Or change the colour. Well done.’

‘Damn,’ I said softly.

Roland saluted me, falling to one knee. ‘Lady.’

‘Oh, for God’s sake, cut it out, Roland,’ I said. ‘I’m not any sort of Immortal.’

‘You certainly look like one to me, Lady,’ Roland said with a huge grin. ‘If you were Chinese I would swear that you were the Lady Yim Wing Chun herself. Or more likely her teacher Ng Mui.’

‘Oh, thank you very much,’ I said. ‘What next?’

‘Me,’ Leo said, coming through the door with two staves. He threw the smaller one to me.

‘Now this is more like it,’ I said. ‘I haven’t beaten Leo up in quite a while.’

‘I’ve been learning, Emma,’ Leo said, readying himself. ‘Bet you a day’s guard duty I can take you.’

‘You are on!’ I said with delight. ‘I haven’t had a proper day off since I finished my thesis.’

‘Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there,’ my father said loudly. ‘Leo’s much taller than Emma and must weigh three times what she does. This is hardly fair!’

‘You are quite right, Brendan,’ John said. ‘Not a fair match at all.’ He concentrated.

Michael appeared in the doorway, holding a staff.

‘This is more like it,’ John said with satisfaction.

‘All bets are off if I’m facing both of them,’ I said. ‘Michael’s half Shen.’

‘Double or nothing,’ Leo said.

‘Come on, Emma, give it a try,’ John said. ‘We might even be able to bring the snake out.’

I gestured towards Michael. ‘He’s half goddamn Shen!’

Michael grinned and saluted me, holding the staff.

‘She’ll fight both of them?’ my mother said softly.

‘Yes!’ Roland said. ‘I have a video camera in my office. Wait! Please!’

‘There are a hundred and fifty demons out there waiting for you,’ I said.

‘Let them wait,’ he said. ‘I don’t think this will take long.’

Roland came back with a video camera. ‘Move into the big room.’

‘But there are students in there!’ I protested.

‘Tell them you taught her,’ John said to Roland.

‘They wouldn’t believe me, Your Highness,’ Roland said. ‘I’d have to tell them that she taught me.’

‘That would work,’ John said. He pulled himself up off the floor and took Simone’s hand. ‘Let’s go.’

‘You know Emma’s only been learning off the Dark Lord for less than a year and a half?’ Leo said to Roland as we went out.

‘Wah!’ Roland said. ‘Amazing! Such talent!’

‘Damn,’ I said softly.

‘She turns into a snake, you said. Why is that? Is she a Shen?’

‘Nobody’s quite sure what she is,’ John said amiably. ‘She’s not a demon, that’s for sure. We’ll just have to wait and see.’

‘Maybe she’s the White Snake,’ Roland said.

John stopped and his face froze. ‘Not possible.’

‘I’m black in Serpent form,’ I said.

‘If the Pagoda has fallen then she may be the White Snake,’ Roland said.

‘If I’m the White Snake then where’s the Red Snake?’ I said.

‘Ah. You know the legend,’ Roland said.

‘Of course I do,’ I said as I entered the larger room. ‘I’ve been doing an enormous amount of research on the nature of Serpent Shen, for obvious reasons.’

‘She is not the White Snake,’ John said, moving to catch up with us. ‘Not possible.’

The students lounged against the long wall, waiting quietly for Leo to return. Roland directed them loudly in Cantonese. ‘All of you, back to the far short wall, stand still, stand quiet. You are about to be extremely privileged. Silence!’

The students moved back, quiet and cowed.

Roland gestured. ‘Whenever you are ready, my Lady.’

‘Mum, Dad, you okay?’ I said. My parents nodded. ‘Go stand with John.’

My parents moved over to John and Simone in front of the mirrors. This room was larger, about six by four metres. Simone took my mother’s hand and smiled up at her.

‘Wait,’ Roland said. He pulled the video camera out and turned it on. ‘Okay, go.’

I nodded to both Leo and Michael. They saluted back. We moved into position. Both of them faced me, side by side.

I held my staff out in front, guarding. Leo I could take easily, but Michael was an unknown quantity: not just half Shen, but half tiger as well. He had been learning from John for months now, and had probably come a long way since I had easily bested him when I trialled him for the job as trainee bodyguard to replace Leo.

Leo came at me first. He swung at my head. I blocked it with my own staff, swung it down, twisted it, and tried to take his feet out from under him with the other end.

Michael came at me at the same time. As Leo’s staff went down, Michael went for my head. I flipped my staff under Leo’s and guided it into Michael’s. Their staves clashed together hard and both of them winced.

Leo dropped one hand from his staff and shook it, grimacing.

I jumped back and waited for them.

‘Don’t hurt them too much, Emma,’ John said with delight.

Michael went for my feet, trying to sweep them out from under me.

I leaped over his staff, somersaulted, and planted both feet into Leo’s chest, hard enough to knock him over without hurting him. I bounced off him and somersaulted backwards. I jammed the end of my staff into the floor before my feet hit, spun around it and hit Michael in the chest with my left foot. He staggered back but didn’t fall.

I landed lightly on my feet in front of Michael, jumped right over the top of his head, and spun my staff behind me to take his feet out from under him before he had a chance to turn around.

I rolled and spun to face them, snapping my staff under my left arm and my right hand out into a guard. They were both on the floor, Leo on his back, Michael on his stomach.

‘Come on, guys, up you get,’ I said. ‘I didn’t hit you that hard.’

‘No,’ Leo said without moving. ‘It’s comfy here. These mats are nice and soft, and your feet are damn hard.’

‘What he said,’ Michael said, gasping.

‘Said it wouldn’t take very long,’ John said.

The students suddenly cheered and clapped as one. Some of them whistled. I could swear a couple of them were jumping up and down with delight.

Michael pulled himself to his feet. ‘Can you reverse the Five Point Push?’

‘Uh, yeah,’ I said. ‘Why?’

‘Five Point Push?’ Roland cried with glee.

‘Oh no! I am not a circus act!’

‘Who’d like to feel a Five Point Push?’ Roland called in Cantonese. ‘Step forward!’

Just about every goddamn student in the room stepped forward with a huge grin.

‘Good,’ John said. ‘I’ll time you. Twelve students. See how long it takes.’ He fiddled with his watch. ‘Wait.’ He pressed the buttons. ‘Forgotten how to use the stopwatch on this thing. There. Got it.’

‘Line up,’ Roland said in Cantonese.

The students lined up side by side, and I moved to the end of the line.

‘Ready?’ John said. ‘Go.’

I didn’t bother with all five points on the students. I just hit each of them with a focused band of chi into the central dan tian, one after the other. I had to stop and gather my chi after the fifth student but I made it to the end of the line. ‘Done.’

‘Twelve and a half seconds,’ John said. ‘Pathetic.’

Roland went up to one of the students and studied him closely. ‘And they’re all completely paralysed?’

I picked up one of the students, then laid him carefully on his back on the floor. He was completely rigid.

My mother was astonished. ‘Emma!’

‘What?’

‘How much can you lift?’ my father said. ‘You picked up that kid like he didn’t weigh anything.’

I looked down at the student. His eyes were amused but his face was rigid. ‘I have no idea.’

‘Oh, good idea,’ John said. ‘Lifting from a distance. Must try that later.’

‘PK?’

‘What?’ John said, bewildered.

‘Later.’

I reached down and tapped the student’s stomach, undoing the Push. I held my hand out and helped him up off the floor. He stood and saluted, grinning like an idiot.

‘Take it easy,’ I said. ‘If you feel dizzy then sit.’

I went down the line and undid the rest of the students. A couple of them flopped to sit on the floor, but most of them just shook themselves out.

‘Dismissed,’ Leo said, and the students carefully saluted us and filed out with huge grins on their faces. The minute they were in the hallway they started loudly discussing in Cantonese what they had just seen.

Roland turned off the camera and came to me. ‘Do you think you could come in sometimes and teach?’

‘Oh, no, Roland,’ I said, exasperated. ‘It’s bad enough teaching at the Academy as it is. No more. You have Leo and Michael, and that should be enough for you.’

‘Could you teach me?’ Roland said softly.

‘Tell you what, my friend,’ I said, patting him on the shoulder, ‘how about you come over to Wan Chai and learn from the Dark Lord himself? You are welcome to join an occasional class in the Wudang Academy. If you don’t mind being put in with a bunch of young people.’

‘Wudang?’ Roland breathed. ‘Wudangshan? Really?’

‘Yes. His Mountain,’ I said. ‘We moved it down here. It’s in Wan Chai until we repair the damage.’

‘Very good, Emma,’ John said. ‘Anyone got a card?’

‘Gamma can call Roland later and organise it,’ I said.

Roland fell to his knees and saluted me, then John. ‘I can’t tell you what this means to me.’

‘Get up off the floor or the deal is off,’ I growled. ‘And if you do that to me again, the deal is off anyway. I’m starving, John. Let’s have something to eat here before we go to the Valley. The demons can wait.’

John bowed slightly to me. ‘My Lady.’

I went to my parents. ‘You guys okay?’

‘That was amazing, Emma,’ my mother said. ‘You beat both of those huge men with no trouble at all. I was sure you’d get hurt. But you made it look easy. Some of the stuff you did was astonishing.’

‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘Let’s go and eat. Leo, Michael, want to come with us?’

‘Maybe next time,’ Leo said.

‘Say hello to Rob for me,’ I said, and Leo grinned.

‘I’m meeting somebody,’ Michael said.

‘Cynthia?’

Michael’s grin matched Leo’s. ‘Maybe.’

‘Okay, see you guys later.’ I turned to Roland. ‘Want to join us?’

‘Yes! Sure!’ Roland said, delighted. ‘But only if you let me buy.’

John opened his mouth to do the polite Chinese thing of arguing backwards and forwards about who would pay but I was too hungry to mess around. ‘Shut up. Roland can pay. Let’s go.’

Roland stiffened, then grinned broadly.

John slapped Roland on the back and guided him out. ‘You see what I have to put up with? Typical barbarian Foreign Devil. Manners of a peasant.’

‘At least I’ll get fed some time today,’ I said loudly as I linked my arm in my mother’s and held my hand out for Simone. ‘Come on, guys, let’s go find something to eat.’

We went to a noodle bar not far from Roland’s building. It was a typical small Hong Kong restaurant, about five metres wide, with a glassed-in area at the front where the noodles were prepared and a small kitchen at the back for the rest of the dishes. It was nearly full; usual lunchtime crowd, mostly people sitting in the booths at the side, but some larger groups at the round tables in the middle.

A waiter guided us to a large round table that seated six, its plain green laminate top worn through with use. A few menus and cards with daily specials were jammed into a plastic stand next to the bottles of soy and chilli sauce and the big steel chopstick holder.

The walls on both sides were covered with cracked and tarnished mirrors, an attempt to make the restaurant appear larger. Large sheets of cardboard with specials were stuck to the mirrors, the dishes written vertically in black marker with the prices underneath. The floor was well-worn green mosaic tiles, slippery with oil; the walls were matching pale green bathroom tiles. The ceiling was black with grease and a huge, ancient air conditioner throbbed painfully in the centre.

The owner of the restaurant greeted Roland in Cantonese, and plonked glasses of black tea in front of each of us.

‘Are you sure this place is healthy? It’s awfully . . .’ My mother searched for the right word.

‘Don’t worry, you can’t get sick while you’re with him,’ I said, gesturing towards John. ‘Besides, being old and tatty doesn’t mean anything. The food is still good.’

‘Old and tatty?’ John said, eyeing me with amusement.

‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘But still good.’

Roland was speechless.

‘Can I have some beef brisket ho fan?’ Simone said.

‘Do you want tendon in it?’ I said.

‘Tendon?’ my mother said. ‘Yes, please,’ Simone said. ‘Tendon’s good.’

‘Tendon?’ my mother said. ‘Like, gristle tendon?’

‘When it’s been boiled for a few hours it turns to jelly,’ I said. ‘It’s actually very good. You should try some.’

‘Could you choose something suitable for us, Emma?’ my father said. ‘You know what we like. Something . . . something normal.’

‘Beef stir fry ho fan,’ John said. ‘Gwang chau ngau ho.’

‘Good idea,’ I said. ‘Vegetarian for us?’

‘Of course. Roland?’

‘Fishing boat congee,’ Roland said. He pulled out the video camera and turned it on with a musical ping. ‘I have to see this again.’

‘Don’t show it to anybody, please, Roland,’ I said.

He nodded as he flipped open the LCD screen to view the video. The sound of us talking came through the speakers on the camera as he played it back. Then he went completely rigid and his mouth dropped open. ‘Wah!’

I bent around to see, then quickly put my hand over the screen to hide it from the people at the next table. ‘Turn it off! For God’s sake, Roland, turn it off!’ I grabbed the camera and pressed the button to turn off the playback. ‘Really don’t let anybody see that!’

Roland stared at John with his mouth still open. I placed the camera on the table.

‘Was it me?’ John said.

I nodded silently.

‘What?’ my father said.

‘It was him,’ I said. ‘Really him. What he really looks like. I thought you were taping us, Roland.’

‘You should show your parents,’ John said. ‘I think they should see.’

I leaned over the table to speak softly to him. ‘Yeah, let’s just rub it in for the poor people that their daughter is engaged to a goddamn animal.’

‘Shen,’ John said.

‘I want to see. Can I see?’ Simone said. ‘I want to see, Daddy.’

I looked around. Nobody else in the restaurant had noticed, and if Simone was next to me I could hide the screen. Roland picked up the camera and handed it back to me. ‘Show her.’

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘Just don’t say anything too loud, okay?’ I gestured. ‘Next to me.’

Simone moved next to me, leaning over my shoulder. My mother bent around to see as well. I turned on the video camera and pressed the playback button.

There we were. Leo and Michael readied themselves. I had my back to the camera, preparing as well. The camera panned to the side wall and my parents appeared. Next to them was the Turtle. It appeared about a metre and a half long, with a massive, gleaming black shell. Its face had the wise expression of a natural turtle, but its eyes were John’s and full of amusement as it watched us. John’s human form was there as well, a transparent image over the top of the Turtle, holding Simone in his lap.

I froze the image so that Simone could look properly.

‘I look really weird like that,’ she said.

‘What do you see?’ John said.

‘Both of you,’ I said. ‘Haven’t you seen it before?’

‘Nope,’ John said. ‘Never played it back to watch it.’

We shared a look. He’d made tapes for me, and I’d done the same for him, but we never looked at ourselves, we only watched each other.

His eyes crinkled up when he saw my face. ‘Often wondered what I’d look like. In still photos you only see the human form, and I thought it’d be the same in videos as well. I was wrong.’

‘It depends how drained you are,’ I said. ‘You must be running on empty right now. Usually it’s just a very faint shadow, almost invisible. This is the clearest I’ve ever seen it.’ He didn’t make tapes for me when he was very drained, as well, but neither of us mentioned it. ‘How long before you need to see the Lady again?’

‘I still have a while. Let me see,’ he said.

I passed the video camera to him and he studied it with the same amusement that was visible in the Turtle’s eyes. ‘Damn, but I’m ugly.’ He passed the camera to my father who viewed the image, his face rigid with control.

‘The Turtle’s not pretty either,’ I said, and Simone giggled.

‘You really are a turtle,’ Roland said with awe.

My father passed the camera to my mother. She stared at it with her eyes wide. She glanced up at John, then back at the image. She didn’t say anything.

I took the camera from her and passed it back to Roland. ‘Could you do me a favour, Roland?’

‘Of course, anything, Lady Emma,’ he said, without looking away from the image on the camera.

‘Could you make a copy of this for me, my friend?’

Roland glanced up at me, then at John. ‘Of course.’


Chapter Four (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Oh, good, you’re out. After breakfast, come into my office.

I didn’t wait; I made myself a cup of tea and went straight into the study. Gold and John sat on either side of the desk.

‘Your parents are still asleep,’ John said.

‘Probably the time difference screwing them up,’ I said. ‘They’ve never been overseas before.’

‘It’s only two hours,’ Gold said.

‘They’re worn out,’ John said. ‘You’ve been dragging them around too much. Take them for a drive today, rest their feet.’

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘I’ll take them out to the New Territories, away from the concrete and pollution for a day. We might go to the riding stables — the Country Club’s gardens would probably be a nice change for them.’

‘Good idea,’ John said. ‘I thought you should know about this — Gold just told me. He’s been cultivating a senior police officer and heard some interesting information about the investigation into Kitty Kwok.’

‘That’s not a very honourable thing to do,’ I said. ‘I’m surprised at both of you.’

‘I didn’t know he was involved in the investigation until we’d been going out for a while,’ Gold said. ‘Purely a happy coincidence.’

‘Yeah, right, a coincidence,’ I said. ‘Wait a second, he? Oh for God’s sake, John, are any of your staff straight?’

Gold chuckled. ‘I thought you knew.’

‘Gold’s a stone,’ John said. ‘Gender neutral.’

‘I think the term is bi, but it doesn’t really apply to us,’ Gold said. ‘We can take either gender, but in essence we are neutral. If we like someone, we mould ourselves to fit their preference.’

‘And you’re my staff too, technically, Emma,’ John said. He grinned broadly. ‘I thought you and Louise were very close.’

‘Oh my God, you are such a guy sometimes,’ I said. ‘Louise and I were friends.’ I leaned over the desk and looked him right in the eye. ‘Is the Turtle female? It’s yin.’

He avoided the question and gestured towards Gold, his grin not shifting. ‘Kitty Kwok investigation.’

‘I do not understand the animal preoccupation with gender,’ the stone in my ring said. ‘It’s more of a nuisance than anything else. And Gold, I am extremely disappointed that you would become involved with one of these . . .’ It hesitated, then said with emphasis, ‘Fleshies.’

Gold’s eyes widened.

‘Ignore it,’ John said. ‘It is being offensive because it craves attention.’

‘Yeah, it’s a troll,’ I said.

Gold’s mouth flopped open. John grinned broadly. The stone made a weird squeaking sound, like someone rubbing glass with a damp cloth, but didn’t say anything.

Gold shook himself out of it. ‘The police are bewildered by the nature of the laboratories producing the hybrids. Police in Europe, Australia and the US are investigating the other business interests, but at this stage it’s just the kindergartens that seem to be involved in the underworld activity. Tautech, the biotech company, hasn’t been doing anything that they can nail it on. Only the kindergartens have been used to generate funds and launder money for One Two Two’s network.’

‘So they won’t stop the biotech labs,’ I said.

‘No,’ John said. ‘And it appears that the Demon King is letting it go too.’

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘What about the thefts from the stone circles in Europe? Have they put that together?’

‘No,’ Gold said, his face rigid. ‘But every single stone Shen, both Eastern and Western, is out for demon blood on this.’

‘The Grandmother of All the Rocks herself has put a price on One Two Two’s head,’ the stone in my ring said. ‘That demon will pay.’

‘Do you think Wong has more stone elementals than those he threw at us the other night?’ I said.

‘Hard to tell, my Lady,’ Gold said.

‘He probably threw everything he had at us,’ John said. ‘That was his big final thrust. And he failed.’

‘One thing I forgot to mention,’ Gold said. ‘The police are keeping this very quiet — if it gets out there will be mass panic.’

‘What?’ I said.

‘They found large refrigerators full of blood and tissue samples,’ Gold said. ‘In the kindergartens.’

‘Oh my God,’ I whispered. ‘She was harvesting from the kids.’

‘I cannot conceive of the sort of creature that would carry out such atrocities,’ John said.

‘You sure she’s not a demon?’ I said.

‘Only a human would be capable of something like this, Emma,’ John said. ‘Demons do not possess that sort of depth.’

‘Wouldn’t the kids go home and tell their parents or the domestic helpers?’ I said.

‘Not if they’ve had their memories wiped,’ John said grimly. ‘Quite common for children to come home from kindergarten with a small wound, plastered over, treated with disinfectant, and say that they fell in the playground. The staff apologise and claim that it is a minor scrape. Perfectly normal.’

‘You’re right,’ I whispered. ‘I cannot believe this.’ I had a sudden horrible thought. ‘You knew Kitty well, John. Did Simone ever go to the kindergarten here on the Peak?’

‘Yes, for a while,’ John said. ‘Leo posted himself inside, guarding. I had to make a special arrangement with Kitty, but provided I paid her extra she would let me do anything. Simone didn’t like the regimentation and Leo was a nervous wreck, so after two weeks I gave up and took her out. That was about six months before you arrived.’

‘So Leo was guarding her,’ I said. ‘She never sustained any minor injuries. They never took a sample off her.’

John’s face said it all.

I put my head in my hands. ‘No.’ I looked back up at John. ‘Did she remember?’

‘No,’ he said, his face rigid. His eyes unfocused. ‘Your parents are outside the door. They’ve gone into the kitchen.’

‘Anything else?’ I said.

‘We need to discuss the new Disciples,’ Gold said.

‘Let me go and say good morning and I’ll be right back.’

‘I can handle it. Go with your parents,’ John said.

‘No. I need to know what’s happening. Don’t do anything without me.’ I rose to leave.

‘You know?’ Gold said.

I stopped dead, halfway out of my chair. I sat back down. They saw my face.

‘Sorry, my Lord,’ Gold said.

‘For a creature with no mouth, Gold, you have an extremely big one,’ John said, then he sighed and his shoulders sagged. ‘While you were out with your parents yesterday, I had a visit from the Lady. She confirmed what I already knew.’

‘What?’

‘Two more.’

‘The Dark Lord is rather like a rechargeable battery,’ Gold said.

‘Winding down,’ I said. ‘Won’t hold the charge.’

Neither of them said anything. ‘I’ll get the school calendar and we’ll work something out,’ I said.

‘Not now,’ John said. ‘We need to discuss the new Disciples, and you need to spend time with your parents. We’ll organise something later.’

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘But I need to be involved in every single meeting from now on.’

‘Especially the ones with the Generals,’ John said.

‘Oh, damn.’

‘Can’t avoid them any longer, my Lady,’ Gold said with grim humour. ‘You don’t have any excuses left. Your thesis is finished, you attained your degree. Time to start taking part in the running of the Northern Heavens.’

I ran my hands through my hair. ‘Damn!’

‘Go and have something to eat,’ John said. ‘Then come back and we’ll talk about the Disciples. We won’t get very far without you anyway.’

I threw myself out of my chair and left the office without saying a word. Halfway down the hallway I stopped still. Then I turned and went back into the office without knocking.

John and Gold watched silently as I sat down.

They waited for me. I didn’t say anything.

Eventually Gold said, ‘You too?’

I nodded.

‘Do you remember how many times they took samples from you?’ John said.

‘I worked at her kindergarten for about a year. I must have used two boxes of Band-Aids,’ I said. ‘At the time I never remembered using a single one of them. I wasn’t even worried about not remembering using them.’

‘Sore arms?’ John said.

I nodded. ‘I went to the doctor for iron tablets because I was slightly anaemic. I wondered why he looked at my arms so strangely, but he didn’t say anything. Probably thought I was an addict.’ I ran my hands through my hair again. ‘I had needle tracks! I saw them! But I just didn’t worry about it. That bitch messed with my head!’

‘You noticed very few of the unusual things here for the first few months you worked full-time,’ John said. ‘While you were here part-time you didn’t seem to notice anything. You had an astonishing lack of curiosity.’

‘I never even saw your sword on the wall. It took me months to notice Dark Heavens in its clips, and even then only when Simone pointed it out to me,’ I said. ‘Oh God. How much did I miss when I was working at the kindergarten?’

‘The samples are in the hands of the police now,’ Gold said.

‘It’s too late to be concerned,’ John said. ‘Go and talk to your parents.’

‘What if they used me the other way around?’ I said. ‘Put the demon stuff into me, instead of just taking the samples out?’

‘Then they failed, because they have given me a powerful ally,’ John said. ‘Go and talk to your parents.’

‘If the demons know about this then the odds on me being a hybrid have just become much shorter,’ I said.

‘Probably not worth putting money on,’ Gold said.

‘Go,’ John said.

‘And talk to my parents. Yes, I know.’ I rose and went.

The scrabbling of one of the eggs woke me and I pulled myself up on my black coils. Yep; one of the eggs had cracked. It was the oldest nestling, the first one I’d laid.

I put my skinless hands on the shell and felt the vibration, a tingle of anticipation moving through me.

I had a sudden horrible thought. I wouldn’t eat it when it hatched, would I?

No. Of course not.

The egg cracked open and I pulled the pieces of shell away, but the nestling would have to climb out itself. Its little hands appeared at the edge of the opening, then it pulled itself up and tumbled out onto the floor of the nest. It lay panting, its little pale sides heaving.

I lifted it carefully and put it into the centre of my coils. It was exhausted, poor little thing. Its tawny hair was plastered to its head with the liquid from the egg, but it would dry quickly. I held it as it rested, a little human child of about four years old.

A while later it stirred and touched my face. ‘Hello, Mummy.’

‘Hello, my beautiful,’ I whispered. ‘You feel okay?’

‘I’m fine.’ The nestling pulled itself upright in the centre of my black coils and stroked my scales. I shivered with pleasure.

The nestling looked around, its little blue eyes focusing for the first time. It saw the other two eggs. ‘What are they?’

‘They are your little friends. Their names are Simone and Michael. They will be hatching soon too, and then the three of you can play.’

But only good games. Not grown-up games.

‘Oh, okay.’ The nestling curled up in the centre of my coils and nuzzled into me. ‘I love you, Mummy.’

I held it close. ‘I love you too, Emma.’

I shot upright, gasping. The air conditioner whispered high on the wall. The lights of the city glowed through my curtains.

Just a dream. Just a dream. I banged my head on the pillow and rolled over. Just a dream!


Chapter Five (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

After a few days of tourist activities, my parents were tired but more relaxed about the whole thing. They seemed to be unwinding and enjoying themselves. Both John and Simone worked hard to win them over. My mother, particularly, was becoming very fond of Simone.

December weather was usually fine and clear, despite the cold, so we took them along the Lugard Road walk. The road was more like a pedestrian path, and wound all the way around the top of the Peak, giving a spectacular view of both sides of Hong Kong Island, Kowloon and the Outlying Islands.

My mother was hesitant about the height, but was okay when I held her hand. Simone and John came with us and the five of us enjoyed each other’s company. Simone held my mother’s other hand.

My father and John seemed to have hit it off; John liked my father’s gruff honesty and my father enjoyed John’s relaxed easy-going nature.

‘And this trail goes all the way around the top of the island?’ my mother said.

‘Yep,’ I said. ‘About an hour’s walk all the way.’

‘If your artificial hip worries you, let me know. I can arrange for you to be transported back,’ John said.

My mother stared at him, her face expressionless.

‘He can see inside you,’ I said. ‘That’s very rude, Daddy, you shouldn’t have done that,’ Simone scolded.

‘She’s quite right,’ I said. ‘Do it again and you are in big trouble.’

‘This is the Western part of the island,’ John said, ignoring us. He stopped at the railing and showed my parents. ‘Below us, all those tall buildings, is Kennedy Town. One of the oldest parts of Hong Kong. Then across the harbour you can see West Kowloon. It’s a good clear day today, you can see the Tsing Ma Bridge — that’s the bridge you came across when Emma brought you back from the airport. And over there,’ he gestured towards the left, ‘is Lantau Island. The airport is off the north side of that. Lantau is actually bigger than Hong Kong Island, but mostly uninhabited; people like to live near the centre of things.’

‘It’s incredible,’ my father said. ‘All the buildings are tall buildings. Everywhere. Where are the suburbs?’

‘Suburbs?’ Simone said.

‘There aren’t any,’ I said. ‘It’s like this from one end of the Territory to the other. Even out in the New Territories, people live in packed high rises in “New Towns”. There are villages of village houses all crammed together as well, but the vast majority of the population live in tiny high-rise apartments.’

‘I should arrange for someone to take you to see a government housing estate,’ John said, almost to himself.

‘Good idea,’ I said, and then saw the look on my mother’s face. ‘You okay, Mum?’

My mother was staring at the path in front of us, her face ashen. I turned away from the railing and froze.

‘Don’t anybody move,’ John said.

An enormous Chinese cobra lay motionless on the path. It was shining black and more than two metres long, a really big one.

‘Is it dead?’ I said.

‘No,’ John said.

‘It’s watching us.’

‘Is it a demon?’ I whispered.

‘No,’ Simone said.

‘Natural snake,’ John said.

The snake raised its head. About a third of its body came off the ground. It was nearly as tall as me.

‘Don’t move,’ John said, very quietly. ‘Stay very still.’

My mother made a soft sobbing sound of terror.

‘Don’t worry, I don’t think it will hurt us,’ John said. ‘Everybody, stay very still. I may be able to talk to it.’

John carefully moved around us and eased himself towards the snake. It followed his movements with its head, watching him. When he was about a metre away he stopped to crouch and study it. He was slightly side on to us and his face went rigid with concentration.

The snake glanced at me, then turned back to John.

Then everything suddenly happened at once.

John’s eyes went black and he reached out to touch the snake.

Simone screamed, ‘No, Daddy!’ and flew around me to tackle her father before he could touch it. She took him completely by surprise and knocked him to the ground.

The snake snapped back, lowered its head, and quickly disappeared into the undergrowth at the side of the path.

Simone beat her father on the chest with her tiny fists and screamed, ‘You don’t leave me. I need you!’ She shouted at the bushes where the snake had gone. ‘You go away and leave my Daddy alone!’ Then she threw herself on him and sobbed.

John sat up and put her head on his shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in her hair.

‘Go away, go away, go away!’ Simone sobbed into his shoulder.

‘I’m here,’ he said gently. ‘I’m not going.’

‘Don’t you ever do that again!’ she gasped.

‘I’ll do it eventually, sweetheart,’ he said. ‘I won’t be able to stop it.’

I went to them. John’s face was full of misery. I held my hand out and he took it.

‘That was it, wasn’t it?’ I said.

He nodded into Simone’s hair.

‘Tell it to go away,’ Simone said into his shoulder.

John used my hand as a lever and pulled himself to his feet, still holding Simone. He released my hand and gently lowered Simone. She held his hand and both of them watched the bushes where the snake had gone.

‘What was all that about?’ my mother said softly behind me.

‘That was his Serpent,’ I said without turning. ‘The other half of him. If he rejoins with it then he’ll be gone for a very long time.’

Simone sobbed again loudly. I reached into my bag, pulled out a packet of tissues and passed it to her. She took one out and sniffled into it.

‘It’s gone,’ John said. ‘It’s still very weak. It hardly knows what it is. It won’t be back for a long time —’

‘Good,’ Simone said.

‘I wonder what happened to it,’ John said. ‘It’s nearly as weak, nearly as drained as I am.’

‘Do you remember what happened when you lost it? At all?’ I said.

‘Not a bit,’ John said without emotion. ‘I have absolutely no recollection of being divided.’ His tone didn’t change, his voice was still very mild. ‘If somebody has done this to me then they will pay very dearly.’

He turned and spoke to my parents as if nothing had happened. ‘Let’s go further around and look at Pokfulam. You can see Cheung Chau from there. Would you like to see the temple dedicated to me on Cheung Chau? It’s not very exciting, but you may be interested to see some of the stories and rituals that surround me.’

My parents just watched him silently.

‘Would you like us to take you home, guys?’ I said gently.

My father nodded. My mother didn’t move.

‘I’ll call Jade and Gold to carry you,’ John said.

My mother flinched.

‘No, thanks,’ my father said weakly. ‘We’d just like to walk back, if you don’t mind.’

‘You are perfectly safe as long as you are with me,’ John said.

My parents turned and walked back along the path without seeming to notice whether we followed them.

They are not taking this very well, Emma.

‘You can’t blame them, John.’

Back at the apartment we all sat at the dining table. My parents had glasses of scotch in front of them. The Serpent had pushed them over the edge. They’d had enough. Neither of them had shouted at us, they’d just gone very quiet. I didn’t blame them.

‘I can give you a choice,’ John said. ‘You can either go to the Western Palace, where you will be absolutely safe, or you can go back to your own home and I will post guards there for you.’

‘Where’s the Western Palace?’ my mother said.

‘It’s the Tiger’s palace,’ I said. ‘It’s on the Celestial Plane. It’s a beautiful place with gardens and fountains in the Western Desert.’

‘Heaven?’ my mother said.

‘Sometimes called that,’ John said. ‘But not really. More like a higher level of reality. If you go there, you will be perfectly safe. But it will be quite boring for you. You won’t be able to continue with your normal lives.’

‘How long before we can go back home and be safe?’ my father said miserably. ‘Before all of this blows over?’

‘Probably between one and two years,’ John said. ‘Depending upon how quickly I can take the head off that little bastard One Two Two.’

‘One Two Two?’ my mother said.

‘The demon that came after us at the graduation,’ I said. ‘No other demon is dishonourable enough to go after people who aren’t directly involved. He’s the only one who’s that much of a scumbag.’

‘What do you want to do, Barbie?’ my father said, turning to my mother. ‘I think it might be better to go with this Tiger guy.’

‘What would you do, Emma?’ my mother said.

‘Frankly,’ I said, leaning back, ‘I’d like to send you all to the Western Desert until this blows over. You guys, Jen and her family, Amanda and her family, everybody. Think of it as a family vacation. The palace is really nice, you’ll like it. And Jade or Gold can take me there, so I can visit you. Or you can come down here with guards, you’ll be fine. John?’

‘If that is your wish, and their wish, I have no objection,’ John said. ‘I will not let this situation continue for much longer.’

‘We have to get Simone up to speed.’ ‘Yes we do. Brendan, Barbara,’ John said. ‘Would you call Amanda for us and explain? Then we can begin the arrangements. I will call Leonard and see what he wants to do.’

‘I just want to get out of here,’ my mother whispered.

The next afternoon we all waited in the living room: me, John and my parents.

The other three Winds materialised with Amanda’s family. They were all unconscious. John and I rushed to help with Amanda and Alan. Zhu Que gently lowered the boys onto the couch, one on each arm.

‘Are they okay?’ my father said urgently. ‘It is only temporary?’

‘They’re fine,’ the Tiger said as he placed Amanda onto the couch next to the boys. ‘It was quite a long way and it is a very stressful experience for humans to travel like this.’

‘It’ll be similar for you when you’re taken to the palace,’ I said to my mother. ‘But don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt.’

My parents hovered, concerned.

‘They will be fine,’ the Dragon said. ‘Phoenix, let’s go and get the others.’ He disappeared.

‘My Lord, my Lady,’ Zhu Que said, bowing slightly and saluting. ‘By your leave.’

‘Go,’ I said, nodding to her. She disappeared as well.

Alan came around first. He sat up and rubbed his hands over his face. Then he saw Amanda and the boys, still unconscious, and staggered to them.

‘Don’t worry, they’re okay,’ I said, putting my hand on his shoulder to reassure him. ‘They’ll wake up soon.’

Alan glanced up at me. Then he saw John and the Tiger. He looked around carefully. ‘We’re really in Hong Kong?’

‘Really,’ I said. ‘It’s all true.’

Amanda stirred and moaned. Alan, my parents and myself all crouched around her. John and the Tiger stood behind us.

Amanda opened her eyes and saw us. She cast around, confused, then saw the boys and with a small cry of pain struggled to sit up to check on them.

‘They’re fine, Amanda,’ I said softly. ‘They’re really okay. You’re all okay.’

‘Something was chasing us,’ Alan said. ‘The young man defended us, and then the people carrying us brought us here.’

Gold appeared in True Form at the other side of the room with the bags. He didn’t take human form; his stone fell out of the air and landed on the carpet.

‘He’s injured,’ the stone in my ring said. ‘Quickly.’

I raced to Gold. ‘Can I pick him up?’

‘Yes,’ the stone said. ‘Pick him up with both hands. Let’s see.’

I gently lifted Gold and examined him, but couldn’t see anything inside him. I didn’t risk turning my Internal Eye on him, but his energy level felt like that of an ordinary stone. He didn’t feel special at all.

‘He’s okay,’ the stone said. ‘Just exhausted. Put him on one of the beds. He’ll take human form when he’s strong enough, and he can rest.’

‘Stay here, everybody,’ I said. ‘I’ll pop him on my bed, he’ll be fine.’

‘Is that Gold?’ my mother said. ‘You said he was a stone.’

‘Yes, it’s Gold,’ I said.

‘Wait.’ John came to put his hand on Gold.

‘Is he okay?’ my mother said.

‘Emma’s correct,’ John said. ‘Drained. He’ll be okay. He must have used energy to defend himself. Lay him down, he’ll be fine in about four hours.’

‘Can you feed him energy?’ I asked the Tiger.

‘Nope,’ the Tiger said. ‘He’s a stone. Completely different type of Shen. The chi is the same, but our natures are incompatible.’

‘Can I feed him?’ I said.

Both John and the Tiger snorted with amusement.

‘Not a good idea, I think,’ John said. ‘He’d find that more embarrassing than coming around in your bed.’

‘Hop in with him,’ the Tiger suggested. ‘Freak him out when he wakes up.’

‘You’re worse than Leo,’ I said, and turned away to take Gold to my room.

‘Emma,’ John said, and I turned back. ‘Gold will be very weak when he comes around and probably won’t be able to conjure the clothes. Cover the stone.’

I shrugged. ‘Okay.’

When I was in the spare room where I was staying I laid Gold gently on the bed, roughly where his chest would be, and pulled a light sheet over him.

‘Is he all right like that?’ I said.

‘Yes,’ the stone in my ring said.

I hesitated, watching him. He had nearly given his life for my family.

‘I’ll really miss him when he’s freed,’ I said.

Gold transformed into his human form, lying on his side under the sheet. He turned onto his back and looked at the ceiling, puzzled.

‘Why?’ the stone said.

I knelt next to Gold and took his hand. He smiled at me, heaved a huge sigh, turned his head away and closed his eyes.

‘Because I really like having him around,’ I said.

Gold shot upright to sit and cast around the room.

‘Rest,’ the stone said. ‘I’ll handle it.’

‘What?’ I said.

‘I am in big trouble,’ Gold said softly, and fell back onto the pillow.

‘You’ll be fine,’ the stone said.

‘Rest.’ ‘Am I in Lady Emma’s bed?’ Gold said.

‘Yep, quite a coup,’ I said. ‘Something to tell your friends. Rest now. Whatever the problem is, we can handle it.’

‘Go quietly into the living room, Emma,’ the stone said, very softly. ‘Let’s not wake it up just yet.’

As I entered the living room, John was kneeling in front of Amanda and smiling kindly at her.

‘Hello, Amanda,’ he said, very gently. ‘My name is John Chen and I’m the one that’s promised to marry Emma. I’m a Shen, a spirit. The closest word you have in English is “god”. Please stay very still. It is vitally important that you don’t move or speak.’

Amanda’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t move. Little David sat quietly on her lap.

‘Is Amanda a Shen? Or something like me?’ I whispered as I approached them.

‘No,’ John said, without turning away from Amanda. ‘Where did she get her pendant, Alan?’

‘I gave it to her,’ Alan said. ‘I found it in an antique shop. It was ridiculously cheap for such a large opal, so I thought it must be a fake or something. But it looked good so I bought it for her anyway.’

‘Her opal is a Shen?’ I whispered.

John nodded without turning away from Amanda. ‘Southern Shen.’

‘It will be beyond pissed when it wakes up and finds that we’ve moved it so far from its Centre,’ the stone in my ring said softly.

‘Can you take it back without waking it?’ I said.

‘Nope,’ the stone said. ‘And I know this one too. It has a temper to rival yours, my Lady.’

John concentrated and Leo came out from the hallway.

‘Don’t move, Amanda,’ John said quickly when he saw her reaction. ‘This is Leo, our guard. He can take your boys and care for them while we sort this out.’

Amanda shook her head without speaking.

‘Let him, Mandy,’ I whispered. ‘He’s great with kids, he looks after John’s daughter, Simone. They’ll be safe with him.’

‘Alan, I think it would be a good idea if you were to go too,’ John said.

Alan hesitated. ‘Will the boys be safe with him?’

‘Perfectly,’ Leo lisped. ‘I swear I will guard them with my life. They can come into Simone’s room, she has a lot of toys. They’ll be fine.’

‘He’s right, Alan,’ I said.

‘Brendan?’ Alan said.

‘Leo’s good,’ my father said. My mother nodded.

‘If the boys will be safe with him, then I’m staying here with Amanda,’ Alan said firmly. ‘Is it okay with you if he takes the boys, Mandy?’

Okay, Amanda mouthed silently.

‘Boys, go with the big man, he’ll look after you,’ Alan said.

David looked as if he was about to cry and Mark’s little face screwed up with terror.

The Tiger concentrated and their faces went blank. They both rose and placidly took Leo’s hands, allowing him to lead them down the hall towards Simone’s room.

‘All suggestions welcome, stone,’ John said, still crouched in front of Amanda.

‘We don’t have a choice, we’ll have to wake the damn thing,’ the stone said. ‘Everybody move back, I’ll do it. Don’t move, Miss Amanda, I’ll handle this.’

The ring drifted off my finger and floated in front of Amanda. She watched it with wonder.

‘Lord Xuan, Lady Emma, back you go,’ the stone said.

‘Brendan, Barbara, you’d be safer with the children and Leo,’ John said as both he and I rose and moved back.

‘We’re staying here with Amanda,’ my father said. My mother nodded silently.

‘I’m waking it up,’ the stone said.

Nothing happened.

‘Hi, Opal,’ the stone said softly. ‘Sorry about this. Didn’t know you were there.’

Complete silence.

‘Please permit us to return you immediately,’ the stone said.

Again, nothing.

‘This was entirely unintentional,’ the stone whispered.

‘Dickhead,’ the opal said loudly with a very strong Australian accent. It sounded like a middle-aged Australian man. ‘Where the hell am I?’

‘Sorry,’ the stone said ruefully. ‘Hong Kong.’

‘That’s a bloody enormous Dark Spirit over there. What is it?’ the opal said.

‘I’m the North Wind,’ John said. ‘Good day to you, Opal. Thanks for not hurting the lady.’

‘I’d never hurt my lovely Amanda in a million years,’ the opal said, and everybody breathed a sigh of relief. ‘But this ugly green bastard floating in front of me, and that pretentious little prick who thinks he’s made of gold, are both in serious trouble.’

‘I’ve been wearing a stone that can talk for more than ten years?’ Amanda said with disbelief.

‘Remember when your car suddenly swerved out of the way of that runaway truck?’ the opal said. ‘And the time you fell off the ladder but weren’t hurt at all? And the car accident in Adelaide, where the car was a wreck but nobody was injured?’

‘I thought I was just lucky,’ Amanda said.

‘Lucky my arse,’ the opal said. ‘You and your lovely little family wouldn’t be around right now if it weren’t for me.’

‘Can I say thank you now?’ Alan said.

‘You are more than welcome, mate,’ the opal said. ‘You lot are the most delightful family it has ever been my pleasure to adorn. But why the hell are you in Hong Kong? And how come you know about these spirits? You’re just ordinary humans. How come you’re mixed up in this? That’s an enormous tiger over there behind the North Wind, you know that? And what the hell is this?’

‘What?’ Amanda said.

‘This snake thing. No, wait, it’s an ordinary human. Is that your sister, Mandy? Why the hell is she . . . Good God, but she’s a bloody great black snake, you know that? A human and a big snake at the same time. Never seen her like before. Hey, Emma, is that you?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Geez, have you changed. What have you been doing to yourself?’ the opal said. ‘Come and pay a visit to the Grandmother with me one day, pet. I’m sure she’d love to have a look at you.’

I took the opportunity. ‘Am I a Rainbow Serpent?’

‘Mandy, dear,’ the opal said. ‘Do me a favour, love? Take me off and hand me to your little sister?’

Mandy removed the chain from her neck and passed it to me, the opal dangling from its links.

‘Hold me in your hand, I want to look at you,’ the opal said.

I dropped the stone into my hand and held it. It was warm and seemed to be pulsing with energy.

‘Nope,’ it said.

‘Damn,’ I said under my breath. ‘Any idea what I am? None of us knows,’ I said more loudly.

‘No idea,’ the opal said. ‘Pass me back. I feel lost without my little Mandy.’

I opened my hand to see the stone. It was quite large, about three centimetres long and two wide, a rough rectangular shape. It was almost jet black with flashes of midnight blue and fiery red through it.

‘You are absolutely spectacular, you know that?’ I said.

‘Yep,’ the stone said. ‘Pass me back, and then this geological mistake can tell me how I got here and what the story is.’

‘Humph,’ the stone in my ring said. ‘You always were a rude bastard.’

‘Shut the hell up and tell me what’s going on,’ the opal said.

The stone in the ring returned to my finger. Amanda put the opal back around her neck.

‘You can talk, I’ll just tell the opal what’s happening,’ the stone said. ‘Don’t mind us, we’ll have a little stone-to-stone talk.’

‘Dickhead,’ the opal said, and went quiet.


Chapter Six (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Iburst into John’s office without knocking. ‘We need some more pillows. Can I send —’ I stopped dead. A young Chinese woman I’d never seen before was sitting across the desk from John.

‘Whoops, sorry,’ I said, and moved to go out.

‘Wait,’ John said. ‘Obsidian here would like to apologise. This is Emma.’

Obsidian fell to her knees and saluted. ‘My profoundest apologies, my Lady. I have failed both you and the Dark Lord.’

‘She was your sister’s guard stone,’ John said. ‘She never told us that the opal was sentient.’

‘Why not?’ the stone in my ring snapped.

Obsidian didn’t move from her knees on the floor. She didn’t look up.

‘I do not believe this,’ the stone said softly. ‘A daughter of mine sleeping with one of them.’

‘It is the most spectacularly beautiful stone I have ever laid eyes on,’ Obsidian said, then she glared at my ring. ‘And it’s an absolutely fantastic lover,’ she added defiantly, ‘both stone and human. If you knew it was already protecting them, I wouldn’t be needed, and you’d assign me somewhere else. I wanted to be with it.’

‘Why didn’t you tell the Shen when they went to pick up my family, Obsidian?’ I said. ‘You should have warned them about the opal.’

Obsidian looked down, still on her knees. ‘I was at the post-Christmas sales in Brisbane,’ she said miserably. ‘Opal was looking after them, he said I could go. Obviously he —’

‘Fell asleep on the job,’ the stone said cuttingly. ‘Fine pair of guards you are. I’ve half a mind to reassign you anyway. This is the family of the Dark Lady we’re talking about here.’

‘Obsidian is reassigned regardless,’ John said severely. ‘And the punishment will be appropriate.’

Obsidian collapsed over her knees.

‘Good,’ the stone snapped. ‘Give her to the Dragon.’

‘No,’ Obsidian whispered.

I stayed quiet.

‘Report to Lord Qing Long,’ John said.

‘My Lord,’ Obsidian choked, saluted without looking up, and disappeared.

‘No attempt to defend her?’ John said softly.

‘She deserved it,’ I said. ‘Both of them should be sent to the Dragon. I take it you’ve sent her there because he’s Wood and Stone is weak against Wood.’

‘Yes. But mostly I sent her to the Dragon because he’s a complete bastard to all his staff,’ John said. He smiled slightly. ‘You are more and more cold-blooded all the time.’

‘You’re right,’ I said, miserable. ‘I can’t believe I just stood by and let you do that to her.’

‘You will make an exceptional Regent, Emma,’ John said. ‘And I am sincerely looking forward to taking up my Celestial duties again with you by my side. Together we will be the greatest team the Celestial has ever seen.’

I turned to open the door. ‘I’m sure they’ll be glad to have your warm heart to counter my cold blood.’

‘We will,’ the stone in my ring said softly.

‘I still can’t believe this stuff was all around us and we never even knew,’ Alan said as we sat at the dinner table. Simone, Mark and David sat with Leo and giggled together.

‘Some of the Celestials here in China have never been to the Earthly Plane since they were Raised,’ John said. ‘I don’t think the Celestial himself has been more than two or three times.’

‘Who?’ Amanda said.

‘Their Jade Emperor,’ the opal said. ‘Their biggest boss.’

Simone piped up. ‘Can you give us rides after dinner, Uncle Bai?’

The Tiger glowered at her, then grinned. ‘Sure. You eat your vegetables like good children, and you can all have rides.’

David and Simone put their heads together and whispered with excitement. Mark didn’t seem so sure.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mark,’ I said.

He nodded, serious.

‘Why are you vegetarian, John?’ my mother said.

‘It’s a long story,’ John said. ‘All human Immortals are vegetarian.’

‘But you’re a Shen, Daddy, not a human Immortal,’ Simone said. ‘So why? Uncle Bai isn’t vegetarian.’

I made my voice very deep. ‘That is not for one such as you to know.’

Leo did an excellent imitation of John, Cantonese accent and all. ‘That information is not for mortal ears.’

The Tiger’s mouth opened with astonishment, then he banged his palm on the table and roared with laughter.

‘Directly after dinner, twenty-five level one sword katas, both of you,’ John snapped, but his eyes sparkled.

‘Yes, my Lord!’ Leo and I both shot back, saluting.

‘You’re a fool to have human staff, Ah Wu,’ the Tiger said, still chuckling.

‘Neither of them are staff, they are family,’ John said. ‘I love both of them dearly, and they know it.’

A swift expression of pain swept across Leo’s face, so quick that it was almost unnoticeable. Neither John nor I missed it though, and we both decided to change the subject.

‘The Dragon says they will be here with your sister’s family in about an hour,’ John said. ‘Jade is bringing the bags.’

‘Will she be okay? Gold was followed and attacked,’ I said.

‘With the Dragon and Phoenix carrying them, your family will be protected, Emma,’ the Tiger said. ‘Jade can outrun just about anything; dragons are much faster than stones. Don’t worry about her.’

‘Was Jennifer okay about coming?’ I said.

John didn’t reply.

‘Damn,’ I said quietly.

‘What’s a sword kata?’ Amanda said.

‘You’ve already seen me do it,’ I said. ‘A sword set. What I did for you in the yard back home.’

‘Wanna see some real stuff?’ Leo said.

‘Show Amanda how you can take Leo down,’ my father said to me.

I glanced at my father. His face was full of pride. I grinned with delight; my father was proud of me.

‘Let’s just rub it in,’ Leo growled, but his small brown eyes sparkled as well.

‘You want to see?’ I asked Amanda and Alan.

‘We’re here, we might as well have a look,’ Alan said.

‘Yes, I want to see,’ Amanda said. ‘Mum’s been telling me some of the stuff you can do, and I find it difficult to believe.’

‘Okay,’ I said. ‘After Jennifer’s here and settled in, Leo and I will give you a small demonstration. The sword katas can wait.’

‘I ordered you to do them directly after dinner,’ John said.

‘Yes, my Lord,’ I shot back, saluting again. ‘Like I said, the sword katas can wait.’

The Tiger roared with laughter again.

The Tiger was giving both Mark and David a ride in the living room when the Phoenix and the Dragon turned up with Jennifer and her kids. Leonard had legal business to tidy up in London and would follow in a week.

The Dragon placed Jennifer gently on the couch, and the Phoenix lowered her boys next to her.

The Tiger quickly dropped to his belly and guided Mark and David off, then changed back to human form.

‘I still want to ride,’ David whined.

‘If I’m a tiger when your cousins wake up they’ll be scared to death,’ the Tiger said.

John and I went to Jennifer. Amanda pushed John out of the way and she and I hovered above Jennifer, waiting for her to wake.

She came around slowly, rubbing her hand over her face. She saw us, her sisters, then cast around for the boys. She reached out to hold both of them and glared at John. ‘Stay away from us,’ she hissed.

John and I shared a look and he silently moved away.

Amanda dropped to crouch in front of Jennifer. ‘Hi, Jen.’

Jennifer didn’t say anything. She hugged Colin, still unconscious, to her and pulled Andrew closer on the sofa.

‘What’s her problem?’ the opal said.

‘Stop it!’ Jennifer whispered ferociously. ‘Go away!’

The boys began to come around. Colin whimpered and Jennifer held him tighter. Andrew’s eyes opened and he looked around, then buried his face in his mother’s sweater.

‘I think it would be a good idea if you people were to leave us alone for a while,’ my father said grimly, moving around the couch to sit next to Jennifer.

John nodded without saying a word, and all the Shen disappeared. John turned and went down the hall to his study. Leo took Simone’s hand and led her out as well.

‘Well, here we are, all three sisters in one place — first time in years,’ I said with forced cheerfulness.

Everybody ignored me.

‘I’m in Hong Kong?’ Jennifer said.

Everybody nodded.

‘The Tiger will take you to the Western Palace tomorrow,’ I said. ‘You’ll need some time to rest from this trip before he does. How do you feel?’

Jennifer stared at me and didn’t say anything.

‘Okay,’ I whispered.

‘This is all your fault,’ she finally said, glaring at me.

‘I know,’ I said, running my hands through my hair. ‘I’m so sorry, guys. I’ve completely screwed up your lives.’

‘Stupid bitch,’ Jennifer said and turned away.

I didn’t know what to say.

Amanda’s son Mark threw himself at me. ‘Teach me some kung fu! I wanna learn!’

Everybody was completely silent.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, sweetheart,’ I whispered.

Jade appeared in True Form on the other side of the room with the bags, and collapsed. I ran to her, ignoring the shrieks of fear from my nephews; she was bleeding, her scales ripped in many places. One of her front legs was obviously broken.

She attempted to rise, looking around. ‘I did make it,’ she said. ‘I thought I’d made it. They were so fast . . .’ Her voice trailed off and she fell heavily.

‘John!’ I screamed.

John and Leo raced into the room, Simone hurrying behind them. John crouched to examine Jade. My parents hovered behind him.

‘Is this Jade? The girl?’ my mother said.

‘Yes,’ John said, placing his hand on Jade’s head. He concentrated, and the Blue Dragon appeared next to him in his usual human form.

‘Out of the way,’ the Dragon said, quickly moving to Jade’s side and putting both hands on her head. Everybody retreated to give him room.

The Dragon concentrated, and his long turquoise hair floated around his head. ‘I’m taking her home,’ he said softly. ‘She needs to be under the water. This will take a while. My Lord?’

‘How long?’ John said.

‘I’ll still be able to return tomorrow to take the Lady’s family West,’ the Dragon said. ‘Jade will need to recuperate for a few weeks. She has massive internal injuries, far too much for any energy worker to handle. Leave her with me.’

‘Go,’ John said, and both Jade and the Dragon disappeared.

I flopped to sit next to the bloodstains on the carpet. I lowered my head and shook it. ‘Damn.’

‘This is all your fault,’ Jennifer said loudly from the couch.

I jumped up and stormed to the spare room where I was staying. Gold was still in the bed, his boyish face peaceful as he slept. I sat on the floor next to his head with my back against the wall and buried my face in my knees.

About five minutes later, John came in and sat cross-legged on the floor on the other side of the room. He rubbed his hand over his face, sighed, and tied his hair back.

‘No one should be suffering like this for me,’ I said into my knees. ‘I’m dragging my entire family away from their homes. Gold and Jade nearly died. I can’t do this to them any more.’

‘Gold, you are released,’ John said loudly. ‘You have your freedom. Go.’

‘You can’t release him,’ I said. ‘He told me only the Jade Emperor can release him.’

‘I am the First Officer, Highest Celestial General,’ John said. ‘In precedence I am second only to the Celestial himself. If I say Gold is free, then he’s free.’

Right Hand of the Jade Emperor. I inhaled sharply as I understood. ‘But you said that as your chosen, after you’ve gone I’ll be accepted as . . .’

‘Precisely,’ John said. ‘As my equal. Over everybody.’ He spoke firmly. ‘You’re free, Gold. Go.’

Gold didn’t move. ‘No.’

‘Why not,’ John said, and it wasn’t a question.

‘Because I love serving you,’ Gold whispered. ‘I will go if you order me, but I beg you, please, let me stay.’

My father came in and closed the door softly behind him. He hesitated.

‘Brendan,’ John said, still seated on the floor, ‘do you blame Emma for all of the troubles we are having right now?’

‘No,’ my father said. ‘I blame you.’

‘Good,’ John said. ‘You’ve laid the blame in the right place. Does it make any difference, now that the blame has been laid?’

‘Not a bit,’ my father said. ‘We’re still in the same situation, and we’ll all make it through somehow.’ He leaned on the wall. ‘Don’t mind Jen, Emma, she’ll survive. Right now her kids are fighting with Amanda’s for rides on the Tiger. They’re having a great time. Don’t worry about them.’

‘Jade nearly died,’ I whispered.

‘And if I attempted to free her, she would stay as well,’ John said.

‘We all love you, my Lady,’ Gold said, still without moving. ‘We are profoundly honoured to serve you and the Dark Lord. I would rather be here with you than anywhere else in the world, and so would Jade.’

‘We do what we have to,’ my father said. ‘And we survive.’

‘Your father is a very wise man, and I can see where you gained much of your own wisdom.’ John looked up at my father. ‘No snake spirits in the family tree?’

My father shrugged. ‘How would I know? Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t even know that snake spirits existed. What does that have to do with it?’

‘Snake spirits are renowned for their wisdom,’ I said into my knees.

‘Are they renowned for falling in love with the wrong guy?’ my father said.

‘Nope,’ I said, smiling despite myself, ‘that’s definitely a female thing. All women are renowned for falling in love with the wrong guy.’

‘Your mother didn’t,’ John said.

‘I don’t think you did either, pet,’ my father said. ‘This man is about as good as you can get. It’s just the situation that’s difficult.’

‘Thanks,’ John said softly.

‘Come and help with the kids,’ my father said. ‘Are all the sleeping arrangements organised?’

‘You should take my room,’ John said to me.

‘We’ve had that discussion, and you need your rest,’ I said, looking up from my knees. ‘And the boys want to share the same room. They’ll have a ball.’

‘Where will you sleep?’ John said, gesturing towards Gold.

‘I’ll move,’ Gold said.

‘You’ll stay right there,’ I said quickly. ‘That’s an order. I’ll find somewhere to sleep, don’t worry about me. I can share with Leo, sleep on the floor in the student room he’s using. Or on the floor here.’

‘Leo won’t let you sleep on the floor; he’ll give you his bed and you won’t be able to stop him,’ Gold said with amusement, without moving.

‘Now go and do those sword katas,’ John said. ‘Round Leo up, he can do them too.’

‘You really have to do that?’ my father said.

‘Oh yeah,’ I said, rising. ‘Absolutely. When it comes to the kung fu, he’s the Master and I’m just the student. If he tells me to do a hundred push-ups, then I have to do it.’

‘You still owe me a hundred push-ups from last week,’ John said. ‘You are extremely disobedient sometimes, Emma.’

‘Oh, shut up, old man,’ I said as I took my father’s arm in mine and opened the door.

Gold made a strangling sound behind us as we went out.

While Jennifer settled herself in the room she would share with my parents, the rest of us went into the training room for the demonstration. Jennifer didn’t want to see it, and the children were too little to stay still in such a small space.

‘Did you do those katas yet?’ John said from the doorway as my parents, Amanda and Alan lined up against the long wall.

‘After we’ve done this,’ I said.

John nodded and went out. ‘I’ll call the carriers for tomorrow.’

‘What would you like to see?’ I said.

‘I’d love Alan to see you take down Leo,’ my father said with a grin.

Alan gestured towards Leo. ‘He’s huge, Brendan, no way could Emma do anything like that.’

‘I saw her knock him down with a staff,’ my father said proudly.

‘She can take me down hand-to-hand, without a weapon, as well,’ Leo said. He sounded as proud as my father did. ‘And she’s one of the finest energy workers that Lord Xuan has ever seen.’

‘Lord Xuan?’ Amanda said.

‘John’s real name is Xuan Wu,’ I said. ‘It means “Dark Martial Arts”.’

They all went silent.

‘It doesn’t mean he’s bad,’ I said. ‘It just means that he’s dark and he’s the God of Martial Arts.’

‘Dark?’ Amanda said.

John poked his head in the door. ‘Yin. Dark, cold, water, winter, death. That’s me.’ He grinned. ‘I rounded up enough carriers for tomorrow. About 10 a.m. Is that okay with everybody?’

‘Death?’ my mother whispered.

‘He’s Death?’ my father said.

‘No, that’s Yanluo Wang,’ John said. ‘Lord of the Underworld. Great guy. Haven’t seen him for ages, haven’t been killed in years. I’m just yin.’ He pulled his head back into the corridor and disappeared.

‘Ten is okay,’ I called.

‘Good,’ he said from halfway down the hall.

‘He doesn’t seem like a god,’ Amanda said. ‘He’s more like just an ordinary sweet guy.’

Leo and I shared a smile. I turned back to my family and shrugged. ‘That’s because he is.’

‘What did he mean, he hasn’t been killed in years?’ my father said.

I was silent.

‘Tell us, Emma,’ my mother said.

‘When Immortals are killed, they go away for a while, then return. Every time John’s mortal body is killed, he pays a visit to Yanluo Wang, in the Underworld,’ I said.

‘Don’t mince words, Emma,’ Leo said.

I sighed. ‘Hell.’

There was complete silence.

‘They won’t talk about it,’ I added. ‘So don’t bother asking him.’

‘Hand-to-hand, Emma?’ Leo said, moving to the other end of the room, ignoring the looks on my relatives’ faces. ‘How long has it been?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said, moving into a fighting stance. ‘A couple of weeks?’

‘Everybody stay still,’ Leo said, moving into a guard stance as well. ‘We won’t touch you, but if you move you could be moving into the line of fire. So stay exactly where you are; we know you’re there.’

‘Don’t worry, as long as you don’t move we won’t touch you,’ I said. ‘But if you’re freaked out by any of it, just say something and we’ll stop.’

Leo grinned and waved a come-on.

‘Oh no,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘You first, Lion.’

‘He’s a lion?’ my father said with disbelief.

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘No,’ Leo said, and performed a magnificent jumping high kick right at my head.

I ducked and rolled underneath him. ‘Oh, come on, Leo,’ I said, exasperated, as I spun to face him, ‘don’t treat me like a first year.’

Leo moved forward until he was just out of reach. Then he attacked me. He swung at my face with the blades of his hands, left and right, and I blocked both. I ducked and spun, throwing my leg out with the movement, trying to take his feet out from underneath him, but he easily jumped over my foot and performed a backward somersault, landing in a long defensive position.

‘Whoa,’ Alan said softly.

I threw a spinning high kick at his head and he grabbed my foot. I used the energy centres and twisted my body, knocking him sideways. He released my foot, rolled and spun upright next to Amanda, who flinched away.

‘Don’t move,’ he said, and raced forward to throw punches at my head and chest, again left and right.

I blocked each fist, but I didn’t release them; I held them. I crossed his arms in front of him and arm-locked him with one hand. I readied myself to quickly take his feet out from under him before he could free himself.

Leo grimaced, the muscles of his arms bulged and he moved to throw me off before I could complete the spin. I held him, then hesitated, still holding him.

He tried again and I still held him.

It became a test of strength. He couldn’t move his arms; I had them. With one hand.

Holy shit, I’d never done this before, and I was stronger than Leo.

Leo fought me, but he couldn’t move his arms at all. His face filled with bewilderment. ‘Damn, Emma,’ he said quietly, and I released him. He stepped back and studied me with awe.

I tapped the stone.

‘No need to hit me, I saw it,’ it said. ‘Why are you acting so surprised?’

‘What is it, Emma?’ my mother whispered.

‘I’m stronger than Leo,’ I said.

‘What?’ my father said sharply. ‘How is that possible?’

‘The stone told me,’ John said from the doorway. ‘Emma, see if you can lift Leo.’

‘No,’ I said.

John came to me. ‘Hold out your hand.’

I held my hand out. John gestured to Leo without turning. ‘Put your hand on top of hers.’

Leo moved forward and put his dark hand on top of mine.

‘Up,’ John said.

Leo didn’t hesitate. He readied himself, then did a handstand on my hand. I shifted my weight, pushed my elbow into my side, and I could hold him. He held his other arm out, steadying himself, but his balance was perfect. I raised my left arm to help me balance as well. The tips of Leo’s toes in his soft leather martial arts shoes brushed the high ceiling of the training room.

‘Holy shit,’ my father said.

‘I’m inclined to agree with you,’ John said, watching Leo as he balanced on my hand. He glanced at me. ‘Can we put Michael on the other hand?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I couldn’t hold him as well. Leo is about as much as I can handle.’

‘How much do you weigh, Leo?’ John said.

‘Two hundred and ninety-five pounds,’ Leo said, still hovering above me.

‘Holy shit,’ my father said again.

‘Down,’ John said.

Leo effortlessly lowered himself. He hesitated, watching me. There was complete silence as everybody stared at me with awe. Then Leo fell to one knee and saluted me, bowing his head.

‘What are you, Emma?’ my father whispered.

‘I wish the hell I knew, Dad,’ I said. I ran my hands through my hair and went out. The silence followed me down the hall.

After breakfast the next morning the entire Donahoe clan was sitting around the dining table when John poked his head in the door. ‘They’re here.’

I sighed and rose, the rest of the family following me. We went into the living room. The Dragon, the Phoenix and the Tiger were there, as well as a couple of the Academy dragons, and Gold. The Celestial Masters Meredith and Liu had also come to help out.

‘Step forward,’ the Dragon ordered brusquely. ‘I want to re-evaluate you, to see who would be the best to carry you.’

My family stepped forward without saying a word.

‘Okay, say goodbye now,’ the Dragon said, gesturing impatiently.

I hugged my father and kissed my mother. ‘Goodbye,’ I choked. ‘I’ll see you soon. I’ll come and visit you in the Western Palace.’

My mother held me close and stroked my hair. ‘Come and see us soon, love.’

I went to Amanda and Alan. ‘I am so sorry about this, guys.’

‘We’ll live,’ Alan said. ‘As long as the boys are safe.’

We hugged and kissed goodbye. Simone raced to Mark and David and kissed them both on the cheek, embarrassing them horribly.

I went to Jennifer and stood in front of her, silently, for a while.

‘I’m sorry, Jen,’ I whispered without looking up.

‘Emma,’ she said, and I looked at her. She held her arms out and I fell into them and held her tight.

‘You know I can’t stay mad at you,’ she said.

‘I don’t deserve a family as wonderful as you,’ I said into her shoulder.

John came into the living room. He paused in the doorway, looked down and put his hands behind his back.

‘You don’t need to say anything, John,’ my father said. He gestured with his head. ‘Come on.’

John looked up at my father, his face rigid, then strode to stand in front of him.

My father put his hand out. ‘Will we see you again?’

John shook his hand. ‘I don’t know. If you come down from the palace I can see you, but I can’t travel there. And it might be best if you stayed in the palace until the demon is destroyed. Destroying it will probably kill me as well.’

‘But you’ll come back?’ my mother said. ‘Emma said you’ll come back.’

John released my father’s hand. ‘Yes. I’ve promised Emma that I’ll come back.’

‘How long will it take?’ Alan said.

John was silent.

‘Anything from ten to a hundred years,’ I said without looking up. ‘Probably something in the region of twenty to twenty-five years is the best bet.’

‘Oh God, Emma,’ Jennifer said.

‘A hundred years? So it’s possible that you could already be dead when he comes back?’ Amanda said.

‘More than possible,’ I said. ‘But he’s promised.’

‘What if you’re very old?’ Amanda said. ‘What if it takes a very long time?’

I just shrugged.

My mother went to John and embraced him. He seemed surprised for a moment, then put his arms around her and held her.

‘Look after her,’ my mother said into his chest.

He pulled away to smile down at her. ‘You know I will. I love her more than anything in the world. She and Simone — the two most precious things in the world to me.’

‘He’s given up everything for us,’ I whispered.

‘This is all very delightful and pleasant,’ the Dragon said loudly, ‘but I have places I need to be.’

John didn’t look at the Dragon; he remained holding my mother. ‘Wait.’

The Dragon shifted his feet and sighed loudly.

‘If you need anything at the palace, tell the staff,’ John said. ‘You will be allocated servants. If they are insufficient, then just tell the Tiger.’

‘Don’t worry, Ah Wu, you know I’ll look after them,’ the Tiger said gruffly. ‘I’ll bring Michael back with me when I return.’

John dropped his head and released my mother. ‘Goodbye.’

‘I wish circumstances could have been different,’ Alan said.

‘So do I,’ John said. ‘Now, each of you has been assigned a carrier. Go to them. Goodbye.’

‘Bye, all,’ I said.

Simone ran to my parents. ‘Bye, Mr Donahoe, Mrs Donahoe,’ she said, reaching up to hug both of them. ‘I love you.’

My mother crouched to hold her close. ‘Bye, darling Simone. I didn’t have a granddaughter until now, and I always hoped Emma would give me one. And she already did.’

‘When Daddy’s killed One Two Two you can come and stay for a long time,’ Simone said. ‘Promise you’ll come back.’

‘I promise,’ my mother said. ‘And you must come to Australia.’

‘Okay,’ Simone said, pulling away. ‘I think you should go now, otherwise Emma’s going to cry.’

My family moved to the Shen and Immortals. The carriers lowered their heads and everybody disappeared.

None of us said a word. I turned and went down the hallway to the student room to collect my stuff and return it to my bedroom. John went to his office. Simone went into her room. We were all very quiet for a long time.


Chapter Seven (#u2a91b86d-91d5-5c6b-b6d2-540fd6449b6a)

Ididn’t need to see John’s face to know that he wore an expression of amused satisfaction as we entered his office on the top floor of the Hennessy Road Academy building. Chinese New Year had come and gone; there had been no more attacks; and it was time for me to take up my duties as Regent-to-be. But mostly I had to do it because by February I had run out of excuses.

The Generals were already sitting around a conjured conference table, waiting for us. They all rose and saluted formally and carefully. John nodded back and gestured for them to sit.

They turned and saluted me. I hesitated. Then I decided: what the hell.

‘Hi, guys,’ I said with a small wave.

‘Lady Emma,’ they all said, not completely in unison, and waited for John and me to sit before they sat themselves.

Damn. I hated that. It took most Chinese a very long time to loosen up. Australians were usually cheerful and relaxed right from the start; Chinese stayed stiff and formal for ages.

‘Lady Emma’s time is limited, she has a class to teach in an hour, so we will dispense with the formalities,’ John said. ‘Let me introduce everybody —’

‘Don’t bother,’ I said. ‘I’m hopeless with names; I’ll just forget them straightaway. Let me ask you your names when I need them, and I’ll try to remember them. But I’ll probably have to ask you all more than once. If anybody’s offended by that, let me know now.’

Nobody said anything. The Generals all watched me, emotionless.

Great.

I looked around the table. Eight of them, standard-looking Chinese men, all very stern, all middle-aged. A variety of shapes and sizes, all wearing old-fashioned Chinese lacquer armour, some with short hair, some with the more traditional long hair. A couple of them looked really severe and scary, but three had definite twinkles in their eyes.

I stole a glance at John. He was already taking notes. I took a deep breath. Okay.

John slid an agenda across the table to me. I didn’t look at it immediately; I watched the Generals.

‘First item,’ John said. ‘Demons.’

One of the severe-looking Generals leaned forward and put his hand on the table. ‘The Fifth Battalion has had one hundred and fifty demons attain perfection in the last year; the Fourth has had only five or six. The Fifth has no new recruits; the Fourth has had seventy-five. We need to transfer the new recruits to the Fifth.’

‘They will stay where they are,’ John said.

‘The Fifth is undermanned.’

John didn’t move or speak.

‘My Lord,’ the General said, obviously impatient, ‘you need to set up some sort of administrative procedure for the allocation of the demons. We need to ask you every single time, and every time it’s different. We need something down on paper to define the methods you use for allocation.’

‘Lady Emma?’ John said.

I glanced down at the agenda and nearly gasped. He’d read my mind. At the bottom of the first page was a diagram of the table with names where everyone was sitting. He’d even used phonetic spellings, not pinyin, so that I could pronounce the names easily. I shot him a quick, grateful glance. His face didn’t change but his eyes sparkled.

‘General Song,’ I said. The General didn’t move. ‘I thought that all of you had been Raised and were Immortal.’

All of them straightened slightly at that.

‘That is true,’ General Song said.

‘Then why do you want the Dark Lord to write down administrative procedures? You want to make a rod for your own back? You start with the paperwork, it never finishes. You make rules, then you have to make exceptions. Endless exceptions. And the rules give you no flexibility. You can’t take each situation as it comes. If Lord Xuan wants to allocate the demons differently each time, then it’s his prerogative. He knows what he’s doing. He probably doesn’t even have a set of rules; he just does it how he sees fit at the time.’ The General’s face didn’t move at all while I made my little speech. ‘Frankly, I can’t see how you’ve attained Immortality if you want to put everything down on paper.’

All of the Generals heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed. A couple of them even smiled slightly.

John spread his hands over the table. ‘See? What did I tell you.’ He pushed his agenda away. ‘Right. Now let’s have this meeting.’

‘You mean that was a test?’ I said.

‘They didn’t believe me,’ John said.

I glanced around at the Generals. Now all their eyes sparkled at me, even though their faces were still grim.

‘Will all of you stay in the same seats at the table until I have you worked out?’ I said.

All of them nodded without saying a word.

‘There are thirty-six of them altogether, Emma,’ John said without turning to me. ‘Hopefully we’ll be able to rotate everybody through so that you can meet all of them. I’ll give you a diagram each time.’

‘Okay.’ I shrugged. ‘Meeting. Let’s get this over with.’

One of the Generals raised his index finger slightly. ‘One Two Two. Tell us.’

‘It’s easier to tell everybody like this rather than directly one at a time,’ John said, explaining. ‘Questions can be asked, information can flow, ideas can bounce. One Two Two. Gold has been cultivating a police officer in the investigative squad . . .’

I glanced down at the agenda. A short message was written underneath the diagram in John’s English scrawl. I tried to tell them but they wouldn’t believe me. Can’t wait to see the looks on their faces. Oh, and by the way, give them hell.

I tapped on the door of John’s office. ‘Come in, Emma,’ he said.

I entered and sat across the desk from him with the school calendar in my hand.

‘You know you don’t need to knock. I can feel you coming. When’s spring break?’ he said.

‘April,’ I said. ‘Same time as Easter. About eight weeks from now.’

He didn’t say anything, he just watched me expressionlessly.

‘If you won’t make it that far, then we’ll take Simone out of school for a week and leave Michael here,’ I said. ‘Try not to push yourself too hard, love.’

He glanced down at his hands. His face was still expressionless.

‘Simone’s not ready. She can’t defend herself. If something really big comes after us, there’s nothing we can do. You have to stay longer,’ I said.

He looked directly at me. His eyes blazed.

‘Can you sense it?’

He shook his head.

‘We need you. I knew we should have done it at Chinese New Year.’

‘If I go into a coma before April, call the Lady,’ he said.

‘A coma?’

He shrugged and smiled slightly.

‘If you go into a coma, how long will we have to get her here?’

‘Hours.’

‘What if she’s in retreat, John?’ I said desperately.

He shrugged again, but the smile had disappeared.

‘We should do it before April then,’ I said.

‘I want to leave it as long as I can. I only have two more.’ His face was rigid with control. ‘I will need at least ten days.’

I glanced at the calendar. ‘You’ll get it. The break is two weeks altogether. We’ll have fourteen days, so we can go to London as well. You want me to organise the trip to Europe?’

‘No. I won’t make it to Paris. It’s too far from my Centre now. I’ll arrange something else.’

‘How long will you last afterwards?’ I said, studying the calendar.

He leaned back, grimaced, and retied his hair. ‘December if we’re lucky. Earlier if we’re not. Probably earlier.’

‘December.’ I counted the months. ‘And then August next year . . . the end.’

‘Probably before then, love, if we’re attacked again,’ he said.

‘We’ll be attacked again, I know we will,’ I said grimly. ‘That little bastard won’t sleep until he has your head.’

‘If it comes to a choice between you using that phone and him having my head, give him my head,’ John said. ‘Do it.’

‘His word’s not good, you know that,’ I said. ‘He’ll come straight after Simone if he has your head. And me. And Leo, and Michael, and anybody else he can get his hands on. I won’t have a choice, love.’

John studied his hands.

‘Just make sure you stay with us,’ I said. ‘As long as you’re with us, we’ll be okay. Look after yourself. For Simone.’

‘If I run into the Serpent alone, that will be the end of it,’ he said.

I didn’t say anything.

He looked me straight in the eye. ‘There is a way to hold the Serpent off. We can be imprisoned.’

‘What?’

‘You can bind us. With the right sort of enclosure, it’s possible to bind the Serpent. Stop it from joining.’

‘Could the Turtle be bound as well? With the right sort of enclosure?’

‘Yes.’

‘Even at full strength?’

‘Yes.’

‘Even the combined creature?’

‘Yes.’

‘Oh my God. How many people know of this, John?’

‘Myself. The Lady. The other three Winds — a similar thing may be inflicted upon them. The Celestial. Others, I don’t know.’

‘Does the Demon King know?’

‘I don’t know. He’s never tried me.’

I put my head in my hands. ‘Oh God.’

‘We should try to enclose the Serpent. That way there is no risk of me running into it alone and rejoining.’

‘I couldn’t do that to you,’ I whispered. ‘I love you too much to do that to you. Either of you.’

‘Get out! Quickly!’

I shot out of my seat and ran to the door. I fumbled with the handle, eventually managed to open the door and threw myself out. I leaned against the wall of the hallway and breathed. I had to stop doing this to us. Every time we mentioned our feelings for each other, I had to leave the room before he drained me completely.

We won’t be going to Paris, I will arrange another place. I am calling the Lady now.

After school the next day Simone and I were spread out in the living room doing her homework. She didn’t really need my help, she was exceptionally bright, but we enjoyed the time spent together.

The doorbell rang. ‘It’s Aunty Kwan,’ Simone said, ‘and Qing Long. With Jade.’

‘Wonderful! Jade’s back!’ I cried, shooting to my feet.

I rushed to answer the door, but Leo was ahead of me. He opened the door. ‘My Lord. My Lady.’ He nodded to Jade and she nodded back without smiling.

Qing Long didn’t say anything as he stepped through the door. He was in his normal human form, taller than Leo, slim and elegant as a dancer, with turquoise hair and matching eyes, and wearing a grey silk embossed robe.

Kwan Yin stopped and took Leo’s hands. ‘Hello, Leo. Let me look at you. You look well.’

‘Thank you, my Lady,’ Leo said.

I took Jade’s hands and studied her. ‘Are you okay?’ I said.

Jade nodded without looking up. ‘Just fine, my Lady. Lord Qing cared for me exceptionally well.’

Leo stopped and listened. ‘Lord Xuan says Ms Kwan and Lord Qing are to go to the dining room.’

‘What’s happening?’ I said.

Come in too, Emma, John said into my ear.

‘I have to go too,’ I said to Jade.

‘I have work to do,’ Jade said. ‘The accounts will be backed up for weeks. By your leave, I’ll return to the Academy.’

I nodded to Jade and she disappeared.

‘Leo, I’ve been called in as well,’ I said. ‘Mind Simone for me? Help her with her maths?’

Simone giggled. ‘More like I help him with his maths.’

Leo grinned. ‘That’s right.’

I followed Ms Kwan and the Dragon into the dining room. Qing Long stopped and saluted John before sitting.

John nodded. ‘Qing Long.’

I remained silent, wondering.

‘For your benefit, Emma, I’ll tell you what I’d like to do. Paris is too far; I won’t make it such a distance from my Centre, now. But I do want to be as far from the demons’ Centre as I can manage.’

‘The resort is on the Eastern Rim. It should suffice,’ Qing Long said. ‘I will provide you with suitable accommodation. Do it there.’

‘Where?’ I said.

‘Kota Kinabalu,’ John said. ‘Sabah. Borneo.’

‘I’ve heard about KK,’ I said.

‘It is as far away from the Centre as the Dark Lord can manage in his current state,’ Ms Kwan said. ‘Far enough away from the demons’ Centre, yet still close enough to our own.’

‘Is the water there clean enough for you to swim?’ I said.

‘Dragon?’ John said.

‘Yes,’ the Dragon said. ‘The shoreline is slightly polluted, but if you go through quickly it shouldn’t be a problem. Out on the islands, in the marine park, absolutely. Should be clean enough.’

‘Excellent!’ I said. ‘You can do both!’ I grinned at the Dragon. ‘Lord Qing Long, thank you so very much. You have no idea how much we appreciate this.’

‘Good,’ the Dragon said with a small smile. ‘I’m losing a lot of income giving you the Presidential Suite and providing you with demon staff.’

‘I’ll give you a pile of gold to sit on,’ John said.

‘Ah Wu! That was uncalled for,’ Ms Kwan said.

John and the Dragon flashed each other a quick smile.

‘Will we take everybody?’ I said.

‘Michael is to go to the Western Palace and spend time with his family,’ John said. ‘So are you.’

I shot to my feet, ready to shout. Then I changed my mind and sat down again. ‘I should spend this holiday time with my family,’ I said softly.

‘Exactly,’ John said.

‘So I will spend it with you. And Simone, and Leo. And Ms Kwan. My family.’

He opened his mouth to protest.

‘I don’t have much longer with you. Every second counts.’

He closed his mouth with a snap.

‘Good,’ I said. ‘Can we take the jet to the airport there?’

‘Yes,’ Qing Long said. ‘I will arrange it. Leave it to me. Enjoy. The resort is quite new and very elegant. I think you will like it.’

‘What are the chances of us being attacked while we’re there?’ I said.

‘Minute,’ the Dragon said. ‘I have placed extensive seals on the resort. I will be there. You will be undisturbed.’

‘Dragon, thank you so much,’ I said.

‘You are most welcome, my Lady,’ he said with a small blue smile.


Chapter Eight (#ulink_abcdb3eb-a432-503e-913f-8467758a7260)

It was coming to the end of term in late March. Michael, Simone and I went up to Simone’s classroom together, Simone prattling about her schoolwork and Michael silent. I dropped Simone at her classroom and gave her a hug and a kiss. She waved cheerfully to us as we left.

Michael and I threaded our way through the parents and children on the first floor to get to the uniform shop. I was rostered to help out that day, and he needed some new trousers. I kept threatening that if he didn’t stop growing I’d chop his legs off. He didn’t think it was funny at all.

Michael would be as tall as his father when he was fully grown. He already towered over me. The Tiger was delighted.

Despite the fact that he looked ridiculous in his too-small uniform, Michael still didn’t want to go into the shop and buy new pants. He had given me an extremely hard time about me doing it myself, but I wanted to be sure that the pants would fit.

We entered the uniform shop together and he immediately slouched into Sullen Teenager mode. I glared at him. He glared back.

I greeted the two women behind the counter, and they both smiled and waved back. Jessie was a tall, slim Chinese lady who’d been born and raised in the UK, then married an Australian engineer and moved around the world with him, latest stop Hong Kong. Short, blonde Bridget was the wife of an Australian airline pilot and had been in the Territory for many years.

‘Michael’s getting some new trousers,’ I said.

‘Sure, Emma,’ Bridget said. ‘Looks like he needs them. Need to put a brick on his head.’

Michael scowled but didn’t say anything.

‘Turn around,’ I said, and he obliged. ‘What size are these ones?’

I lifted his shirt to check the size and laughed. Like most of the boys in his year, he had the trousers pulled down over his hips with a pair of silk boxers from Temple Street showing above them.

‘You look ridiculous like that,’ I said, and pulled at the waistband of the trousers to check the size.

‘Cut it out, Emma!’ Michael dragged my hand off and jumped away. ‘Let me check the size myself!’ He dropped his voice. ‘You’re as embarrassing as my mother sometimes.’

‘That’s a compliment, Emma,’ Bridget called from the other side of the shop, where she was watching us with amusement.

‘Go and check the size then,’ I said, gesturing towards the changing booths. ‘I’ll find you some to try that are two or three sizes bigger.’

Michael slunk into the changing room.

Bridget and I shared a smile. Jessie looked confused; she didn’t know about the Chen family.

There were some rustles and grunts in the changing room, then Michael called, ‘Twenty-nine.’

‘Way too small,’ Bridget said. ‘Thirty-three or thirty-five at least.’

I pulled some larger sizes off the sample rack and handed them through the curtain to him. He grabbed the curtain and wrenched it closed.

‘How about his PE uniform?’ Bridget said. ‘Are his shorts too small too?’

‘No!’ Michael said.

‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘But if we get uniform pants that fit, the PE shorts just need to be the same size.’

‘Thirty-three is okay,’ Michael said. ‘Can I go now?’

‘Come out and let me see,’ I said.

Michael sidled out of the changing room scowling. The pants did appear to be long enough, but I wanted to check.

‘Lift the shirt, let me see,’ I said patiently.

He almost didn’t do it, then caved in and raised his shirt. These pants were also pulled way down over his hips, and obviously too small around the middle.

‘Go and try on the next size up,’ I said.

He scowled, turned and went back into the changing room, jamming the curtain closed.

‘What size jeans does he wear?’ Bridget said.

‘Forty-four,’ I said, and she snorted with laughter.

I had no problem with Michael wearing jeans that were ten sizes too big for him. It meant he could carry a small weapon and it was unnoticeable. That was where the fashion for pants that were much too large had originated, and it suited us just fine. He couldn’t carry his white katana, that was too big. But he could slip the matching wakizashi, a long dagger, easily into one pocket and it was entirely invisible. He’d never been caught with it in a shopping mall or on the street, and he’d already had to use it three or four times, but not on humans. Guys still came after him, but he was a match for any human bare-handed. The weapon was for demons.

John had suggested that Michael be armed at school and we’d had a huge argument about it, me and Michael both firmly against it. If he was caught with it in the changing room or at the lockers he’d be in serious trouble.

The bell on the shop door rang and Kitty Kwok wandered in, as casual as anything, and strolled up to the counter.

‘Michael, have a careful look around right now,’ I said loudly.

There was silence from the changing room. Then: ‘Nothing,’ Michael said. ‘Any problem, Emma?’

I went to the curtain and spoke quietly. ‘Mrs Simon Wong just walked in.’

‘Holy shit,’ he whispered over the frantic sounds of him dressing. ‘You want me to call someone?’

‘Check Simone,’ I said softly as he threw the curtain back and peered around.

His eyes unfocused, then snapped back. ‘She says she’s okay.’

‘Are you absolutely sure there are no demons anywhere near here?’ I said.

His eyes unfocused again. ‘None. Simone says no as well.’

Kitty chatted with Bridget.

‘She may have brought humans, Emma,’ Michael said. ‘Neither of us can sense them.’

‘Let’s go up to Simone’s classroom,’ I said. ‘Leave the pants. Let’s go.’

Kitty ignored us completely as we went out.

‘What the hell is going on?’ I said as we headed to the stairs.

She’s following us, he said silently.

‘Can we take her? The two of us?’ I whispered as we went up to the second floor where Simone’s class was. Kitty wandered casually behind us.

‘Easily,’ Michael said. ‘She’s a perfectly normal human being with no training whatsoever.’

‘What the hell is she doing then?’ I hissed. ‘She’s on the run from the police right now!’

‘You want me to call for help?’ Michael said.

At the top of the stairs I hesitated. ‘Let’s check Simone first.’

Michael nodded and we both went to Simone’s classroom. I didn’t open the door; I used my Inner Eye to check inside. No demons. Michael’s eyes snapped back to focus on me; he had been doing the same thing.

Everything’s fine, Emma, Simone said silently.

Kitty came up the stairs behind us. Michael and I readied ourselves.

Kitty walked right past us and tapped on the classroom door, then opened it. She ignored us completely. Michael and I shared a look. When she went in, we followed her.

Kitty went up to the teacher and smiled. ‘I’m here to take Helen to the dentist.’

Michael and I posted ourselves either side of the door and waited.

‘Sure, Mrs Ho,’ the teacher said.

One of the little girls rose from her desk and went straight to Kitty and took her hand. Kitty turned and walked right past us out the door, the little girl holding her hand and smiling.

Michael and I spun and followed her. Both of us ignored the look the teacher gave us.

This is extremely weird, Michael said.

Kitty stopped and waited for us outside the classroom. ‘This is my niece, Helen. Say hello to Miss Donahoe, Helen.’

‘Hello,’ the little girl said, obviously shy.

‘What are you going to do to her?’ I said.

‘I’m taking her to the dentist,’ Kitty said.

‘You’re not taking her anywhere.’

‘Go in and ask the teacher. I’ll wait for you,’ Kitty said. ‘She’s my niece. I collect her from school all the time.’

‘What are you up to?’

‘You have a problem with me taking her?’ Kitty said.

I suddenly understood. I went to the little girl. ‘Can you give me your hand, please, sweetheart?’ I said. ‘Double-check for me, Michael.’

Michael came up behind me as I took the little girl’s hand. As far as I could see, she was a perfectly ordinary human.

The little girl stiffened and squeaked, her eyes wide. Then she relaxed. Michael had turned his Inner Eye on her.

Perfectly ordinary human, Michael said.

‘Is this your aunty, Helen?’ I said.

The little girl nodded without saying anything.

‘Oh, I’m sick of this. I’ll take her to the dentist another day,’ Kitty said. ‘Come on, sweetheart, I’ll take you back to class.’ She spun on her heel and went back to the classroom, holding the little girl’s hand. The girl glanced back at me, eyes wide, as Kitty pulled her through the door.

We followed them. Kitty came out of the classroom and walked briskly away, passing us as if we weren’t there.

What the hell is she up to? Michael said.

I peeked through the classroom door. The little girl had returned to her desk as if nothing was amiss.

I hesitated. Then I went in. ‘Can I talk to you privately for a moment?’ I said quietly to the teacher, a sweet blonde Australian woman by the name of Jo.

Jo glanced at the class, then shrugged. I led her out of the classroom, where Michael was waiting.

‘Is there a problem, Emma?’ Jo said.

‘That woman’s on the run from the police,’ I said. ‘Underworld connections.’

Jo inhaled sharply. ‘I didn’t know. You sure?’

‘Damn right I am. I know her well. Her boyfriend keeps trying to kidnap Simone.’

‘Is that why you’re here?’ she said, eyes wide. ‘You thought she was about to try something?’

‘Why’d she take Helen?’ I said.

Jo paused, her eyes still wide. ‘That’s strange. She’s in and out all the time. She’s always taking Helen for doctor’s appointments, bringing her back, all the time. Sometimes she collects her from school. Never had a problem with her. She always treats Helen really well.’

‘This is extremely weird,’ Michael said behind me.

Jo glanced up at Michael. He was slightly taller than her as well. ‘Why aren’t you in class?’

Both of us shrugged the question off. ‘Do you have the number for Helen’s parents? Or her home address? I want to check this out.’

Jo hesitated. She was obviously reluctant about giving out this sort of information.

Michael went rigid behind me. I felt what he did, even though I didn’t know what it was.

Jo’s face went slack. Her eyes unfocused. ‘I’ll get it for you,’ she said absently. She turned and went back into the classroom, her eyes unseeing.

‘That’s a neat trick,’ I said. ‘When did you learn that?’

‘Na Zha taught me,’ Michael said. ‘Please don’t tell my dad or Lord Xuan, Emma. I don’t think they wanted me to learn how to do it.’

‘Why not?’

Michael laughed softly. ‘Think about it.’

I understood. ‘I don’t think you would use it irresponsibly. I think we can trust you. You’re a very honourable young man. I know I trust you.’

‘Thanks, Emma.’

The teacher came out and handed me a piece of paper.

‘Thanks, Jo,’ I said.

Jo immediately snapped out of it.

Michael spoke before she could say anything.

‘We’d better go and finish in the uniform shop, Emma. My teacher’ll be waiting.’

‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘And I’m supposed to be working there. Thanks a lot, Jo. I’ll leave you to it.’

Jo smiled, turned, and went back into the classroom.

‘Have you done anything with metal?’ I said. ‘That would be very useful.’

‘Nothing,’ Michael said.

‘I’ll call Helen’s mother,’ I said. ‘You’d better head back to class. I’ll pick up the uniform for you at the same time.’

‘Very good, my Lady,’ Michael said with a smile.

‘You are very cheeky,’ I said as we went our opposite ways.

I felt bad about making the call, but it was the only way I could be sure.

‘Wei?’

‘Is Mrs Leung there, please?’

‘Wei?’

‘Can I speak to Mrs Leung, please?’

‘Who asking?’

‘I’m calling from the Australian School. I want to check about Helen Leung.’

‘Wait.’ There were rustles, some shouting, then footsteps.

‘Wei?’

‘Hello, is that Mrs Leung?’

‘Who is asking?’

‘I’m from the Australian School, Mrs Leung. I just wanted to double-check the pick-up arrangements for Helen.’

‘Okay. Is there a problem?’

‘No problem. I just want to confirm. The people who can collect Helen are you, Helen’s father, her poh poh,’ I used the Cantonese term for ‘grandmother’, ‘and Mrs Kitty Ho.’

‘Is correct.’

I was completely floored. I hesitated. I wanted to ask more, but anything I said would probably blow my story. I decided to tackle it head-on and see what reaction I could produce.

‘One of the other mothers has claimed that Mrs Kitty Ho is wanted by the police, Mrs Leung. I just wanted to hear your side of the story before we did anything.’

She hung up.


Chapter Nine (#ulink_aef0e352-d9a5-5254-a050-48c542bc6899)

Iheld a brainstorming session with John, Michael and Leo. But not a lot of storming happened. We sat silently for a long time.

‘Come on, Emma, help us out here,’ John said. ‘Think.’

‘My brain’s already worn out from turning this over,’ I said. ‘I have no idea what’s going on.’

‘She must be taking the little girl for experiments or something,’ Leo said.

‘That’s obvious,’ I said. ‘The question is: why? Why do the parents let her? And why did she do it right in front of us? And make such a performance out of it? She came to the uniform shop first, to make sure that we’d follow her.’

‘Call the police,’ Michael said. ‘Let them know. They’ll pick her up — end of problem.’

‘We have had quite enough contact with the police as it is,’ John said. ‘Remember, Michael, both Leo and I will die soon. I will die very soon. We want it to be clean and above board, no legal complications whatsoever. I want as little to do with the police as possible right now, so that when I go there are no questions.’

‘How soon, my Lord?’ Michael said softly.

I dropped my head into my hands.

‘I doubt that I’ll make it past the middle of next year,’ John said. ‘In fact, I doubt I’ll make it past the end of this year. I have two more sessions with Kwan Yin, including this one coming up. After that, probably less than a year.’

Leo inhaled sharply. He leaned forward over the table and his voice became fierce. ‘Simone’s not ready yet! She won’t be ready! You must stay, my Lord. Once you’re gone I won’t last long.’ He looked down and his voice softened. ‘I have a mouth ulcer already.’

‘Oh my God, no!’ I said wretchedly. ‘No.’

John glanced at Leo. ‘After Kota Kinabalu I’ll be able to clear it again, Leo. It’s only two more weeks. Just be careful.’

‘What?’ Michael said. ‘My Lord. Leo, sir. Please. Explain.’ He spoke with a very slight desperate edge to his voice. ‘Please don’t keep me in the dark.’

‘I told you I’m HIV positive, and that’s why we brought you in,’ Leo said. Michael nodded. ‘Well, it’s more than that. It’s already full-on AIDS. I was in second stage. But Lord Xuan can keep me clear of the virus as long as I’m in his service. I’ve been tested, and given the all clear, since I joined the household.’

‘But you said you have a mouth ulcer,’ Michael said. ‘Does that mean . . .?’

‘I’m very drained, Michael,’ John said, his eyes burning.

Michael was silent.

‘I’ve already taken myself off bladed weapons until after the trip,’ Leo said. ‘My Lord, please inform all the staff. Infection control, if I’m wounded. It may be best just to leave me if I’m severely wounded; tell one of the Celestial Masters to send me away. I don’t want to infect anybody. I should stop teaching anyway. I don’t want to put any of the students at risk.’

‘You will continue to teach at the Academy. You will continue your duties as if nothing was different. You will not handle bladed weapons in class, but you will still teach them. That is the only difference that I will permit. And that is an order, Leo,’ John said.

‘My Lord,’ Leo said, full of anguish.

‘Helen Leung,’ John said briskly, returning to the matter at hand. ‘What can we do?’

‘Has Simone had her over to play?’ Michael said.

All of us straightened.

‘Very good, Michael,’ John said. ‘We can have her here and check up on her. We can talk to her.’

‘What if that’s the intention?’ I said. ‘What if Kitty lined her up to be brought over here to try something?’

‘She’s a normal human, yes?’ John said.

I nodded a reply.

‘Then she can’t do anything. Let’s ask Simone to invite her here, and see what happens.’

I showed Helen to the door where her Indonesian domestic helper waited for her. ‘Bye, sweetheart,’ I said. ‘I hope you had fun.’

‘Bye, Emma,’ Helen said. ‘Bye, Simone. See you at school.’

‘Only one week left!’ Simone said with a jiggle of excitement. ‘I’m going to Kota Kinabalu for the holidays!’

‘I’m going to Phuket,’ Helen said. ‘Bye.’

The domestic helper took her out. I dropped Simone with Leo, then went into John’s office. I sat across the desk from him and we studied each other. I shrugged.

‘Why then?’ John said.

There was a tap on the office door.

‘Enter, Michael,’ John said.

Michael came in, his face rigid with restraint, holding something in a towel. He put it on the desk, on top of the pile of papers. ‘I suggest you don’t touch it, my Lord.’

Both John and I leaned forward and studied it carefully. It was a little stone turtle, a very common household decoration in Hong Kong. It appeared to be made of rose quartz.

John put his hand over the turtle without touching it, then closed his eyes and concentrated.

‘The little girl left it here,’ Michael said. ‘I could sense it from my room.’

‘It’s not a bug, is it?’ I said. ‘We don’t have to be careful talking near it?’

‘Nope,’ Michael said. ‘No idea what it is. Not a bug, though.’

John pulled his hand away and opened his eyes, then concentrated again.

Gold appeared between Michael and myself. He leaned forward and studied the turtle carefully. He picked it up. ‘What do you say, Dad?’

The stone was silent.

‘Give it a tap, my Lady,’ Gold said.

I tapped the stone.

‘Yes, my . . .’ Its voice trailed off, then went fierce. ‘What the hell is that?’

Gold turned it over in his hands. ‘No idea.’

‘Let me have a look,’ the stone said.

‘Take the ring off first, my Lady,’ Gold said. ‘I don’t think you should touch it either.’

I removed the ring and handed it to Gold. He touched the ring to the turtle.

‘Get it off!’ the stone squawked.

Gold jerked the ring away. ‘Sorry, Dad.’

‘Give me back to the Lady,’ the stone said.

Gold returned the ring to me and I put it back on my finger.

‘I’ve opened it. You can see what it is now,’ the stone said.

‘I see,’ John said. ‘Have either of you encountered anything like this before?’

Gold shook his head. The stone was silent.

‘Would it be safe for me to look inside it?’ I said. ‘What’s so different about it anyway?’

‘Look inside,’ John said. ‘But slowly, carefully.’

I opened my Inner Eye and studied the little pink turtle. Gold placed it on the pile of papers so that I could have a better look. It was like a miniature black hole. It was sucking reality into it. I suddenly knew that if I were to touch it, I would be pulled straight into it.

‘So that was the point of the exercise,’ I said softly. ‘To get one of us to touch that.’

‘That bitch is using human children to do her dirty work,’ John said.

‘Would it just kill me, or would it transport me somewhere?’ I said.

‘Probably a transport device,’ Gold said. ‘Shades of Star Trek.’

‘Never seen anything like it before,’ the stone said. ‘Ingenious. Wait until the Grandmother hears about this. She’ll be after this demon personally.’

I nodded to Michael. ‘Thanks.’

‘Sometimes I am extremely glad we have you around, Michael,’ John said. ‘You are the only one in the household who sensed this thing. Try to keep your abilities to yourself. As long as they aren’t aware of them, we’re at an advantage.’

‘My Lord,’ Michael said, then flashed me a quick smile.

‘I saw that,’ John said quickly. ‘Tell me now. That’s an order.’

‘Damn,’ Michael said softly. He sighed, then shrugged. ‘Okay, coercion. And PK.’

‘You have PK too?’ I said.

‘What’s PK?’ John said. ‘You’ve mentioned that before, Emma.’

‘Psychokinesis,’ I said. ‘The ability to move things with the mind.’

‘Oh, carrying,’ John said, understanding. ‘You have ordering and carrying, Michael? When did you learn this?’

‘A couple of weeks ago,’ Michael said.

‘Your father taught you?’

Michael dropped his head and didn’t reply.

‘Na Zha, I think,’ I said.

‘Damn, I’m impressed,’ John said. ‘Well done, Michael.’

Michael’s head shot up, his blond hair flopping with the movement. ‘You’re not upset?’

‘Every skill you gain is a skill that will give Emma and Simone an edge,’ John said. ‘We will start you on advanced work immediately. If you do not eventually find the Tao I will be extremely surprised.’ He leaned back, his voice full of satisfaction. ‘The Tiger is most definitely not having you back.’

Michael grinned broadly. ‘Thanks, Lord Xuan.’

I rose. ‘I’ll get Simone, see if she could sense it.’

I didn’t need to. Simone came bursting through the door, with Leo close behind her. She skidded to a halt, cast around, saw the turtle, shouted ‘Nobody touch it!’, put her hands out towards it, palms facing away from her, and somehow made it explode into a million tiny pieces.

Everybody disappeared in a cloud of dust. I coughed; my eyes were full of turtle fragments.

‘Gold!’ John said over the sound of everybody coughing.

It was like an exhaust fan was suddenly switched on: Gold somehow vacuumed the fragments into himself. The dust cleared quickly.

‘Whoops, sorry,’ Simone said, her voice very small.

‘No, Simone, you did well,’ John said. ‘When did you know it was there?’

‘I thought something was strange,’ she said. ‘I could feel it. I was going to ask you to look for me. It was in my room, then it came in here, then it kind of went . . .’ She tilted her head. ‘Kablooie. What was it?’

‘If you had touched it, it would have taken you to the bad demon,’ I said. ‘But it needed to be turned on. The stone in my ring turned it on.’

Simone nodded.

‘But you sensed it before it was turned on?’ I said.

‘Yep. I knew she’d left it there. I knew there was something strange going on.’ Her little shoulders sagged. ‘I thought Helen was my friend.’

‘I’m taking her out of school,’ John said. ‘Until we have dealt with this, it is no longer safe for her.’

‘NO!’ Everybody shouted it in unison, even Leo.

‘I want to go to school!’ Simone wailed.

‘We can handle it!’ I shouted.

‘She’ll be miserable at home!’ Leo said loudly.

I looked at Leo. He shrugged and smiled slightly.

I turned back to John. Everybody was glaring at him. I leaned over the desk and glared at him too.

‘You have been outvoted, Xuan Wu,’ I said firmly. ‘Give it up. She could sense the device. And she is staying in school.’

‘She won’t be safe,’ John growled.

‘Time for us to disappear,’ Leo said. ‘Come on, Simone, Michael.’

‘Don’t you want to stay and see the fireworks?’ I said, still glaring at John.

‘I’m staying,’ Simone said. ‘I’m staying in school.’ She ran around the desk and threw herself at her father. He pulled her into his lap. She turned to face him, her hands on his shoulders, and smiled into his eyes. ‘Please let me stay in school, Daddy.’ She smiled sweetly, wheedling. ‘Please?’

John’s face was grim but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

‘You know you can’t say no to her,’ I said softly.

Simone put her chin on his chest and smiled up into his eyes. ‘Please?’

‘Women!’ Leo growled. ‘Come on, Michael, let’s get out of here. You’d better take off too, Gold. When the Dark Lord surrenders to his women it’s not a pretty sight.’

I didn’t look away but I heard the door close.

‘I’ll let you kiss Emma,’ Simone said slyly. ‘For as long as you like.’

John glanced up at me and couldn’t hold his face any more. He chuckled.

I dropped my head and shook it. ‘I didn’t teach her this, John, don’t blame me.’

‘Come and give Daddy a kiss, Emma, and then you and me are going to check through my room and see if Helen dropped anything else,’ Simone said. ‘And on Monday you have to tell Miss Atkinson to give me a different desk in the classroom, so I’m not so close to Helen.’

I went around the desk. Simone pulled herself out of John’s lap and stood next to him, still holding his hand.

John rose, grabbed me around the waist with his free hand, pulled me in and kissed me hard. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed myself into him.

‘Tell me when you’re finished ’cause I’m not looking,’ Simone said loudly.

We smiled into each other’s mouth, but we didn’t stop. For a long time.

Leo, Michael and I went to Sha Tin, where Helen’s family lived, on Monday. Leo parked in the car park of City One, a large estate of high-rise residential blocks, about fifty of them, all white-tiled and around twenty storeys. They were spread around a central market and shopping centre, but still very close together. Some of them had a view over the Shing Mun River. Each floor of the apartment blocks held about eight units.

‘Block thirty-three,’ I said as we walked out of the car park.

The three of us attracted some attention as we made our way through the estate. A small Caucasian woman, an enormous black man and a blond half-Chinese were hardly the usual sort of people seen in an estate like this.

The entrance to block thirty-three was standard: a large metal gate with a keypad beside it. I pressed the floor and flat numbers for the Leungs’ unit and moved back.

‘Wei?’

Michael moved his head next to the intercom microphone. ‘Mgoi, Pak Gai. Hui mun.’

The door buzzed.

‘She does order things from the supermarket,’ I said as Leo opened the gate and gestured for us to go in. ‘Well done, Michael.’

‘Gold helped me,’ Michael said.

The security guard wasn’t asleep. He watched us curiously as we waited for the lift but didn’t challenge us. Understandable: Leo was huge. I smiled and waved to the guard and he smiled slightly in return, but still watched Leo.

‘I still think we should have brought weapons,’ Leo said as we stepped out of the lift into the lobby of the nineteenth floor.

‘The guard would be on the phone to the police right away.’ I gestured towards the apartment door. ‘Michael.’

I opened the door for the stairwell and Leo and I stood inside, out of the line of sight of the apartment. Michael pressed the button for the bell.

The door was opened by a young, innocent-looking Indonesian domestic helper. She studied Michael through the bars of the metal gate.

Michael grinned broadly. ‘Pak Gai!’

‘Did we order?’ she said with a thick provincial accent.

Michael’s grin didn’t shift. ‘Pak Gai! Mgoi, hui mun!’

The domestic helper unlocked the gate.

Michael grabbed the gate and threw it open, and Leo and I moved quickly. The three of us stormed into the apartment, pushing past the domestic helper, who shrieked and ducked.

Mrs Leung sat in the dining room, reading the newspaper. She saw the three of us and shot to her feet.

‘We won’t hurt you,’ I said. ‘Come with us, we want to talk to you.’

Her English was perfect. ‘Who are you?’ she said, obviously trying to control her terror. ‘It’s not a good idea to mess with me. I have friends.’

‘We want to talk to you about a little pink stone turtle,’ Leo said.

‘I have no idea what you are talking about,’ she said, but her face was ashen.

‘We won’t hurt you,’ I said. ‘We just want to ask you some questions.’

She cast around, looking for a way to escape. Then she gave up. ‘Please don’t hurt me,’ she whispered.

An elderly Chinese lady came in from the hallway. She stopped when she saw us.

‘Go inside, Mummy,’ Mrs Leung said in Cantonese. ‘I can handle this.’

The old lady squeaked and scurried back down the hallway.

I turned and gestured. ‘Please, come with us.’

‘Who are you?’ she said once we were in the car and Leo was driving us back to the Peak. ‘What are you?’

‘Wait until we get there and then we can talk,’ I said. ‘Will Helen be okay if this takes a while? If you need us to, we can collect her from school as well.’

‘Don’t you go near her!’ Mrs Leung snapped. ‘I have enough trouble with that Kwok woman as it is! You stay away from her!’

‘Thought so,’ Leo said.

When we reached the front door to our apartment I stopped and studied Mrs Leung carefully. ‘There are seals on this apartment,’ I said. ‘Big ones. If you’re a demon, then tell me now. I don’t want you destroyed by trying to walk in the door.’

‘I am not a demon,’ she said stiffly.

‘Michael?’ I said.

‘She’s not,’ Michael said.

Leo opened the door and we guided her in. We all kicked off our shoes, even Mrs Leung.

John charged out of his office, slamming the door loudly behind him. He stormed up the hallway towards us, his face a grim mask of fury. He raised his hand and Dark Heavens sprang from its clips and flew into it. He quickly drew the sword, throwing the scabbard aside, and charged towards us.

Mrs Leung changed into a fox, ran into the living room and hid behind one of the sofas.

John walked into the centre of the living room, still holding the sword.

Leo softly closed the door behind us and we all moved to stand behind John.

‘What is your name?’ John demanded loudly.

‘Leung Hong Wai Lam,’ Mrs Leung said. ‘Please don’t hurt me. I had nothing to do with it, it was way before my time. My Lord, Celestial Highness, please. Mercy.’

‘How old are you?’

‘Fifty-seven.’

John lowered his sword. ‘You are only a child.’

‘Your Celestial Highness,’ Mrs Leung said softly, ‘I didn’t know you were Simone’s father. Please don’t kill me. I am with child.’

‘This is why you have been allowing the demon to control you?’

‘I am not working with any demons,’ she said, indignant. ‘Kitty Kwok is human. She occasionally takes Helen. I don’t know why, but she never hurts her, so I let her. The alternative is too horrible to contemplate.’

‘Kitty Kwok is in league with a Demon Prince who wants to take my head,’ John said.

Mrs Leung was silent.

‘Come out, I won’t hurt you,’ John said with resignation. ‘Leo.’ He held Dark Heavens out to Leo, and Leo took the blade, collected the scabbard, and returned the sword to the wall.

Mrs Leung came out from behind the couch. She was a small red fox with a white tip on her tail. She cowered as she walked.

‘Take human form,’ John said. ‘I want to ask you some questions.’

She changed back to a normal-looking Chinese woman in her mid-thirties wearing a smart pair of slacks and a designer polo shirt.

‘Sit,’ John said, gesturing towards the couch. ‘I give you my word, I won’t harm you.’

Mrs Leung gingerly turned and sat.

‘Leo, take Simone to school,’ John said. ‘Make an excuse for her. Michael, go too. I will talk to this . . .’ His voice went cold. ‘Child of Daji.’

Mrs Leung stiffened. ‘I had nothing to do with that. I am not related in any way to that vixen.’ Her voice softened and she looked down. ‘My husband is human. I am attempting perfection. I live as a human. I have children.’ She looked back up at John, desperate. ‘You know what my husband would say if he were to discover my true nature.’

‘Very well,’ John said, sitting on the other couch across from her. ‘Tell us the whole story.’

I moved to stand behind John, leaning on the back of the couch.

‘Not much to tell,’ she said with a shrug. ‘Kitty takes Helen and returns her unharmed.’

‘Completely unharmed?’ I interrupted. ‘She doesn’t have any minor injuries or small wounds when she’s returned?’

Mrs Leung’s eyes went wide. ‘Helen has no memory of how these wounds occur. What is Kitty doing?’

John and I shared a look.

‘Biotech,’ I said. ‘Demon hybrids for the one hundred and twenty-second son of the King of the Demons.’

‘Holy shit,’ Mrs Leung said softly. She glanced at John. ‘He wants your head?’

‘The King of the Demons will promote anyone who brings him my head,’ John said. ‘To Number One.’

Mrs Leung smiled slightly. ‘A grand prize.’ The smile disappeared. ‘I am sorry, my Lord, you can see I had no choice. She knew I was a fox. She threatened to tell my husband and his family if I did not let her pretend to be my friend, and let her take Helen occasionally. She vowed that she would not harm Helen, and until now she has kept her word.’

‘That particular demon is not a creature of its word, and I doubt if Kitty is either,’ I said. ‘I think it would be a good idea if your family were to go into hiding.’

Mrs Leung lowered her head. ‘I don’t want my husband to know,’ she whispered.

‘Bring him here after work this evening,’ John said. ‘With your child. I will talk to him, then I will arrange a safe place for you. Don’t tell anyone you have come here. Try to make the rest of the day as normal as possible so that they don’t know you’ve been here. I will provide a guard for you. Come directly here after your husband returns from work and we’ll arrange safety for your family.’

Mrs Leung glanced up, her face full of hope. ‘You would do such a thing? After what Daji did to all of you?’

‘You are not Daji,’ John said. ‘All creatures deserve a chance at perfection. All of creation is one with the Tao. To search for the Tao is a noble pursuit. Why would I stand in your way?’

Mrs Leung lowered her head. ‘The stories are true, my Lord,’ she whispered, her voice thick. ‘I could not believe the tales of your merciful ways, knowing your true nature.’

‘The Tao is our true nature,’ he said. ‘Go home. Return this evening. I will arrange a safe place for you.’

‘Come on, Mrs Leung,’ I said. ‘I’ll take you home.’

‘Thank you, madam,’ she said. ‘What is your honoured name?’

‘Just call me Emma, not madam,’ I said. ‘I’m nothing special.’

She gasped and fell to her knees, quickly saluting. ‘Forgive me, my Lady, I did not know. I am doubly honoured — the Dark Lord and the Dark Lady in one room.’

‘You don’t need to kneel to me,’ I said, exasperated, ‘I’m just a human. Come on, I’ll take you home.’

I checked my watch. ‘Seven thirty. She’s half an hour late.’

‘Something happened to her,’ Michael said.

‘Go,’ John said. ‘I’ll stay here with Simone.’ He glanced at me. ‘Take your weapons with you. I think you may need them.’

There was no answer from the Leungs’ flat when we buzzed the intercom. We shared a look. Michael concentrated and the front door clicked open. There was no security guard this time.

‘I have a bad feeling about this,’ Leo said as we went up in the lift.

It was completely silent on the nineteenth floor. We came to the Leungs’ apartment and stopped dead. Mrs Leung’s door had been splashed with red paint: a Triad warning sign. The metal gate hung open, but the wooden door inside it was closed.

Michael concentrated again. The latch sprang open. He carefully pushed the door open with PK; the paint was still wet.

They’d killed Mrs Leung in her fox form and then skinned her. Her husband lay dead beside her in a pool of blood.

The old woman was dead in the kitchen doorway. The Indonesian domestic helper was in the kitchen, decapitated.

We checked the apartment thoroughly, carefully not touching anything. Helen was gone.

Michael locked the door behind us as we went out and we returned to the Peak without saying a word to each other.

Back home, I sat down in the chair on the other side of John’s desk. ‘We keep making major mistakes,’ I whispered. ‘We should have brought her family in right away. We shouldn’t have waited.’

‘Making mistakes is what makes us human,’ John said. ‘You can only do what you feel is the right thing at the right time. Sometimes it is the wrong thing.’

I glanced up at him.

‘This is just one of many, many mistakes I have made in my life that have caused untold suffering to countless people,’ he said, his voice mild. ‘I could sense the death on her, but I hoped that we could protect the husband and child if we kept the situation normal so that the demons would not notice. I was wrong.’

‘You can sense death on a person? You knew she was going to die? Why didn’t you say something?’

‘What would I say? “Hello, Mrs Leung, you are going to die today”?’

I stopped dead. ‘Can you sense death on any of us?’

He gazed silently at me.

‘Answer me!’

‘Yes.’ He tied his hair back. ‘We are all surrounded by death. There is so much death in this household that it is difficult to say where and when and who. I will die. Leo will die. You and Simone . . .’ He took a deep breath and exhaled. He shook his head and the anguish showed, just for an instant. ‘I hope not. I cannot tell. There is too much death. Everywhere. And I am not perfect.’

‘But you’ve attained perfection,’ I said, bewildered. ‘You’ve attained the Tao.’

‘And I am not perfect,’ he said. ‘Nothing on the Earthly is.’ He leaned back and sighed again. ‘Fate has a hand, even for things as powerful as me. All we can do is try to make the best decisions we can with the information we receive.’

‘And people die,’ I whispered.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘And death is part of life.’

‘Yang and yin,’ I said.

‘Exactly. Yang and yin.’


Chapter Ten (#ulink_3f3a0c8d-8f11-51c7-b8e1-93d3ec870632)

Simone and Michael finally fell out of bed at eleven o’clock on Saturday morning. School had worn them out, and they’d both stayed up late the night before. Thank God the term was finished. They really needed the break.

I found them in the kitchen, bickering over their cereal.

‘Don’t call me squirt!’ Simone snapped.

‘What do you want me to call you? Princess?’ Michael said, glowering.

Simone straightened. ‘Well, I am.’

‘Simone! Cut it out, both of you.’ I sighed. Michael particularly wasn’t a morning person. ‘Michael’s a prince anyway. You’re both very special.’

They glared at each other. Simone poked her tongue out at Michael, who turned back to his cereal and pointedly ignored her.

‘Ah Yat,’ I said, ‘where’s Lord Xuan? I just had a call from the Academy; he was supposed to be there and never turned up.’

‘The Lord is still sleeping, ma’am,’ Ah Yat said with a smile.

I glanced at the clock over the kitchen door. Eleven o’clock and he was still sleeping? Simone looked worried. I tried to control my face.

‘What?’ Michael said.

‘That’s very late,’ I said. ‘He wasn’t up late last night either. Where’s Leo, Ah Yat?’

‘In the training room, ma’am,’ Ah Yat said, the smile gone. ‘Is the Dark Lord all right?’

‘I hope so,’ I said softly. ‘He is just sleeping?’

Ah Yat’s eyes unfocused, and she nodded.

‘We should go and have a look, Emma,’ Simone said.

I hesitated.

Simone rose and took my hand. ‘Come on, Emma, you’re nearly married anyway. It’s okay. He won’t mind.’ She sounded much more mature than her six years. Her eyes unfocused, then she snapped back. ‘I told Leo.’

We went down the hall together, leaving Michael in the kitchen, his expression grim. Leo met us outside the training room.

‘He has been sleeping much more lately,’ Leo said. ‘Most days last week he wasn’t out of bed before we took them to school.’

I nodded. He was right.

‘He said to call the Lady if he went into a coma,’ I whispered.

Leo’s face went rigid. ‘Oh my God.’

‘Let’s go and see if he’s okay,’ Simone said, pulling my hand. ‘Come on, Leo.’

My heart was in my throat as we approached his door. Simone tapped on it. Not a sound. My stomach fell out.

Simone opened the door for us and led us in. The room was dark and he was asleep, as Ah Yat had said.

Simone dragged me to him. He was on his back, his noble face peaceful, his dark hair spread in a wild tangle around his head.

‘Daddy,’ Simone whispered. ‘Daddy, wake up.’

He didn’t move.

‘Oh, dear Lord,’ I said softly.

Simone reached under the covers and found his hand. She pulled it out and held it. ‘Daddy.’ She brushed her hand over his face. ‘Look inside, Emma.’

I put my hand on his forehead and concentrated. I sagged with relief. His eyes opened. He smiled slightly at us.

‘What are all of you doing in here?’ he said, his voice low. He turned to Simone. ‘Don’t let go of my hand while Emma’s touching me.’

I removed my hand from his forehead but Simone didn’t let go. I crouched to look at him directly. ‘It’s after eleven o’clock, John.’

He shot upright. ‘I have a class to teach!’ He grabbed his forehead and fell back on the pillow.

Simone and I both held him; she by the hand and I by the arm.

‘Are you okay?’ I said.

He nodded, his eyes closed. He opened them and smiled at us again.

‘Are you ill, my Lord?’ Leo said from behind us.

John shook his head. ‘No. Just . . .’ He didn’t finish.

‘We should get the Lady,’ I whispered.

‘How long until we go?’ he said, his eyes searching my face. ‘What day is it today? How long?’

‘It’s Saturday today. We go Monday,’ I said.

‘I’ll make it.’ He smiled. ‘Leave me. I just need to sleep.’

I dropped my head into my hands, then brushed my hands through my hair, desperate. ‘Leo, please take Simone out.’

Simone didn’t protest and I didn’t look as they left.

‘Can I feed you myself?’ I said.

‘No, of course not,’ he said. ‘You are the last person in the world who should try that.’

‘You won’t make it, John!’ I whispered fiercely.

He didn’t say anything.

‘Can Meredith feed you?’

‘I don’t want to risk it,’ he said. ‘I could easily destroy her.’ He turned his head to me. ‘More than death, Emma. If I were to drain her, it would be destruction.’

‘Call the Lady,’ I said. ‘She keeps saying she’ll come and do it here.’

‘I’ll make it,’ he said. ‘If I call her and she feeds me here, we’ll have demons down our throats straightaway. They’ll know how weak I am and come after all of us. Every single place will be under attack. Here, the Folly, the Academy, everywhere. Best to wait until we are far from their Centre. She is an incurable optimist offering to come here herself. But the consequences would be disastrous.’

‘You were okay to be fed by her here after the Attack,’ I said.

‘There weren’t any demons to come and get us then,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘Most of them were destroyed on the Mountain, and the remaining ones were regrouping. But they are stronger now, and they would be here immediately.’

‘Oh God.’

He turned his head away and closed his eyes. ‘Leave me,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll make it.’

I threw myself up and stormed out. It was too late to rearrange the flight plan. I knew I should have arranged the flight for Saturday, but we had a lot of loose ends to tie up at the Academy before we left and the three of us had planned to do it together over the weekend with the kids home from school.

I should have arranged it for Saturday!

John slept the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday, only coming out occasionally to find something to drink; even so he became very dehydrated. The apartment was like a funeral home the whole weekend. Everybody tiptoed around, talking in whispers. Simone watched him. Wherever she was, whatever she was doing, she would unfocus to check him, and then snap back, her little face grim.

We were due to fly out Monday afternoon. I packed for Simone; Leo packed for John. John wasn’t even aware of Leo’s presence in his room until we woke him to clean him up. He hadn’t shaved in three days; his beard was almost completely white and his greying hair was a mess.

I hovered until Leo carried him into the bathroom and closed the door in my face.

John slept on the boat. When we arrived at Macau, Leo had difficulty waking him. He leaned on Leo as we went through customs and immigration. After he had coerced the staff into not seeing our bag of weapons, his hair was almost completely grey. Simone held his hand, stricken.

‘I’ll make it,’ he said softly. ‘A few more hours. We’ll get there.’

After we boarded the plane, John passed out. Leo caught him, scooped him up like a child and carried him to the back of the plane, Simone and I following. The airport ground staff closed the door of the plane and rapped the side: we were okay to go.

Leo gently placed John on the bunk bed. He was limp and his face was ashen. He looked very old. I didn’t waste any time. I dropped the carry bag on the floor next to the bunk and went forward to the main cabin to tell the pilot over the intercom that we were ready. I threw myself onto one of the chairs, dropped my handbag, and picked up the phone.

We were lucky: it was Brian, a cheerful Australian who did a lot of private contract work and had absolutely no idea of the true nature of his employer for this trip.

‘We can go, Brian,’ I said.

‘Okay, Emma,’ he said. ‘My co-pilot’s arranging clearance for us. We should be given the go-ahead in the next five minutes — the airport isn’t too busy right now.’

‘Brian,’ I said softly, ‘Mr Chen is terminally ill. We’re going for treatment in Borneo.’ Brian began to speak, but I cut him off. ‘Don’t ask. Just be aware that Mr Chen has already collapsed and we need to get him there as quickly as possible.’ I tried to control my voice. ‘We only have hours. For God’s sake, get us there. If there’s a delay, we could lose him. We have to make it. Please.’

‘I’ll do my best,’ Brian said. ‘Weather is good.’

‘Thanks.’

‘We have clearance,’ said a male voice with a Cantonese accent over the intercom; the other pilot.

‘Tell everybody to strap in,’ Brian said. ‘We’re up to go.’

I went through the galley to the little room at the back of the plane. Leo sat cross-legged on the floor next to the bunk, Simone in his lap, both of them watching John.

John was unconscious.

I went to him and took his hand. Leo moved to grab me, but I waved him back. ‘It’s okay, Leo, he can’t hurt me while he’s asleep.’

Leo nodded.

I looked inside him and my stomach fell out.

‘What, Emma?’ Simone said softly.

‘Look inside,’ I whispered.

Simone concentrated then made a sound of misery. ‘No.’

‘What is it?’ Leo said.

‘There’s nothing there,’ I whispered.

‘He’s gone?’

‘He’s still there,’ Simone said. ‘But there’s hardly anything.’

I dropped my head, still holding his hand. ‘He won’t make it.’

‘Call the Lady,’ Leo said.

‘We’ll be taking off in a minute,’ Brian’s voice said over the intercom. ‘Buckle up, everybody.’

‘I’ll call her when we’re airborne,’ I said. ‘Bring him into the main cabin. He’ll need a seatbelt.’

‘He’s better where he is,’ Leo said.

‘You know what take-off from this part of China is like,’ I said. ‘We could hit turbulence. He needs to be strapped in.’

Leo didn’t say anything. He gently lifted John and carried him into the main cabin. I took Simone’s hand and led her in as well. Leo strapped John in. I took care of Simone. Then we sat ourselves.

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared. We were airborne.

Simone moved to undo her seatbelt but I stopped her. ‘Wait until Brian says it’s okay, sweetheart.’ She nodded and sat back, watching her father with an expression that belonged on a much older face.

I reached for the intercom, then decided against it. The pilots were busy flying the plane. They would tell us when we could move around.

It seemed like an eternity. We hit turbulence twice. Finally we emerged above the clouds and the late afternoon sunshine lit the interior of the plane with an orange glow. The seatbelt light blinked off with a musical chime.

We all hurried to undo the belts and crouched around John. He was limp.

‘Take him back into the bunk,’ I said. ‘Where’s the pearl?’

Leo had lifted John halfway. He froze. ‘Oh my God.’

‘Oh, dear Lord,’ I said. ‘It’s in the hold, isn’t it.’

Leo silently carried John to the back of the plane. I sat down and put my head in my hands, then remembered and looked up, full of relief.

‘Simone, pet,’ I said. ‘Call Aunty Kwan now.’

‘I am,’ Simone said. ‘But it’s really strange. She’s not answering.’

I grabbed her hand. ‘Simone, have you checked for demons?’

Simone’s eyes went wide. ‘The pilot’s dead. A demon’s flying the plane!’

I shot to my feet, grabbed Simone and ran to the back of the plane. Leo hunched over John, his face full of misery.

‘Leo,’ I said, gasping, ‘the co-pilot was a demon. The pilot’s dead.’

Leo spun to the bag on the floor and ripped it open. He scrabbled through and pulled out my sword, then Dark Heavens. He tossed my sword to me. ‘Get back, Simone.’

‘Get behind us, sweetheart,’ I said, turning to face the main cabin. I pulled my sword out of its scabbard and waited.

There wasn’t a sound.

Then I felt the plane turning. Turning right. I leaned to keep my balance.

‘Towards their Centre,’ Leo said softly.

‘Damn,’ I said. ‘If we take the demon out, there’s nobody to fly the plane.’

‘Before you ask, Emma, no,’ Leo said.

‘Well, well,’ I said. ‘There’s a first time for everything.’

‘I did basic on choppers. Not fixed wing,’ Leo said. ‘I’m not capable of flying anything solo anyway.’

‘What about John?’

‘I have no idea,’ Leo said. ‘But probably not, unless he learned for recreational flying. Never needed to.’ He glanced at me. ‘He can’t fly anything anyway, Emma, he’s unconscious.’ He went rigid as he understood. ‘Don’t you dare feed him energy, you’ll kill yourself. He wouldn’t be able to fly the plane anyway. You stay alive. We need to protect Simone.’

‘Simone,’ I said, ‘keep calling. Kwan Yin, Bai Hu, Qing Long, Zhu Que, Na Zha, Jade, Gold, Michael, everybody. Don’t stop, no matter what happens. Okay? Stone, you too.’

‘Okay,’ Simone said, her voice very small.

‘I’m silenced as well,’ the stone said. ‘Here they come. This demon is stronger every time we encounter it. What is it doing to itself? This is more than just training.’

There was a sound in the main cabin. Leo and I readied ourselves. I suddenly realised: the Demon King’s phone was in the main cabin, in my handbag. I’d left it there. I cursed myself for an idiot. I should never have let it out of my reach.

Wong appeared in the door from the galley.

Leo let his breath out in a quiet hiss.

‘Hello, everybody,’ Wong said. He leaned on the doorway with one shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest.

Leo attacked him, sword raised. Wong didn’t seem concerned at all, he smiled slightly. As Leo brought the sword down, he grabbed Leo’s arm and held it. With his other hand he hit Leo across the face with a sickening wet crunch.

He grabbed both of Leo’s arms and held him. Leo panted and hung limply from Wong’s hands.

Wong smiled and looked right into my eyes, then leaned over and bit Leo on the side of the neck. Leo screwed up his face as Wong bit down hard. Simone squeaked behind me.

Wong raised his face, blood smeared over his mouth, and grinned at me. He threw Leo to the floor and kicked him in the head. Leo grunted and lay still.

Simone screamed.

‘Stay still, Simone,’ I said, moving back to guard her.

‘He hurt my Leo!’ Simone shrieked. She generated a huge ball of chi and hurled it at Wong.

The demon raised his hand and absorbed the energy.

‘I don’t want to hurt you, ladies,’ Wong said. ‘I want you both intact. Are you okay, Simone?’

Simone’s face was ashen. I looked inside her. She had very nearly drained herself.

I grabbed her hand and fed her some of my chi. She absorbed it. I felt her terror.

‘We’ll get out of this, one way or another, sweetheart,’ I whispered.

‘Oh, well done, Emma,’ Wong said. ‘I didn’t know you could do that.’

‘Wake up, Daddy,’ Simone said loudly.

John didn’t move.

‘I don’t think he has much longer, dear one,’ Wong said. ‘I do hope he remembers to leave the human form behind. I need the head. The rest of it isn’t too bad, either.’

‘You’ll have to go through me to get to him,’ I said. ‘Try me.’

‘Oh, with a great deal of pleasure,’ Wong said. ‘Try you? Something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time. Kitty?’

Kitty Kwok appeared behind him, moving cautiously.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ I said.

‘Emma,’ Kitty said loudly.

I remained still and silent, waiting, wondering.

‘Emma!’ Kitty ordered sharply. ‘Obey me!’

I lowered my sword.

‘Well, what do you know,’ Wong said. ‘It worked.’

‘Drop the weapon,’ Kitty said.

I dropped the sword and it hit the carpet with a thump.

‘What are you doing, Emma?’ Simone said. ‘Why are you doing what she says?’

‘Tell her to come and give me a big wet kiss,’ Wong said with delight. ‘No, wait.’ He pulled Leo up, buried his face into the side of his neck, then dropped him again. ‘Now,’ he said with a mouth full of blood.

‘God, Simon, you are so disgusting sometimes,’ Kitty said.

‘If she can do this without hesitation then we have her,’ Wong said. ‘Whoops. Lost it.’ He swallowed. ‘Wait.’ He bent over Leo and sucked some more blood out of his neck. ‘He tastes funny. Different. Wonder if it’s because he’s black, or because he’s a girl?’ He looked up at Kitty and grinned. ‘You should try it.’

‘Come here and kiss Prince One Two Two,’ Kitty said wearily. ‘I don’t know why I put up with you, sometimes, Simon.’

Wong pulled himself to his feet and waved me closer.

I didn’t hesitate. I went to him, put my arms over his shoulders and raised my face.

‘No, Emma,’ Simone whispered. ‘Daddy, Daddy.’

Wong grinned down at me, his mouth covered in blood. He put his hand behind my neck and held me as he lowered his face to mine.

I kissed him with everything I had. I pressed myself into him and felt his body respond. I put my hands behind his head and pulled him hard into me. He squirted the blood into my mouth and I swallowed it, trying to control the gag reflex. But then I realised: there wasn’t one.

The blood tasted good.

I pulled away and smiled into his eyes. ‘More.’

‘Well done, Kitty,’ Wong said. ‘Lots of new toys. Now let’s take the Dark Lord’s head.’

‘I want more blood,’ I said huskily. ‘I want you.’ I rubbed myself against him. ‘You. Now. Blood.’

Wong grinned down at me. ‘What a good job, Kitty. You want to share?’

‘That bitch?’ Kitty said with disdain. ‘Kill her.’

‘Blood,’ I whispered. I reached down, pushed my hand into him and felt him respond. He arched his body into my hand. ‘You. Now.’ I gestured with my head towards the main cabin. I put my other hand behind his neck and pulled him down and spoke into the side of his throat. ‘Blood. You.’ I nipped at the flesh of his throat just enough to make him moan without breaking the skin. I shoved my body into him. ‘Now.’

‘No, Emma,’ Simone whispered. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ Her feet thumped on the carpet. ‘Wake up, Daddy!’

Wong covered my mouth with his again. He tried to swallow me whole. I tasted the blood. It tasted good. He pulled away slightly to speak. He dug his fingernails into the back of my neck, into the pressure points, making me gasp with pain and arch my back.

‘Plenty of blood, plenty of pain, plenty of me for you, my sweet. Just let me take the Dark Lord’s head and then we’ll have some real fun. You want to feed? You can feed off him, and Leo. Lots of fun. Lots of sweet blood.’

‘No. You. Now,’ I whispered.

‘We have to take care of your boyfriend first, honey,’ he said with a malicious grin. ‘Then we’ll have some fun with both the little girls. Simone and Leo.’

Okay, this wasn’t going to work. I released him and stepped back. I gathered myself, then made a huge leaping attempt to pass him so that I could reach the phone in the main cabin.

He grabbed me in mid-air with one hand and threw me to the floor of the plane onto my back, knocking the wind out of me.

‘What an actress,’ he said with amusement. ‘Had me fooled for a moment.’ He dropped to straddle me, sitting on my stomach. ‘Well, well. Look what we have here.’

‘Please don’t hurt my Emma,’ Simone whispered. ‘Please, Daddy, Daddy, wake up, wake up.’

‘Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,’ Wong said loudly without looking away from me. ‘She’s much more valuable in one piece.’ He lowered his face to mine and dropped his voice, speaking right into my face. ‘And much tastier too.’ He slowly licked my cheek, taking his time about it. I tried not to let my expression betray my disgust.

He pulled back and put his hands on either side of my throat, with the thumbs on my windpipe. He squeezed. I couldn’t breathe. He was strangling me. I struggled but he had me down tight. I grabbed his arms but his grip was like steel. I faded; then he released me and I gasped for breath.

‘You didn’t go blue,’ he said with disappointment. ‘Let’s try again.’

He wrapped his hands around my throat again and squeezed. I tried to relax into a trance so that I wouldn’t need to breathe as much. He saw me do it. He released me to slap me across the face but I ignored it.

He put his hands on my arms and shifted so that he was stretched out on top of me. ‘You really don’t give a damn about yourself, do you,’ he growled into my ear. ‘All you care about is the little girl.’ He shoved himself into me. ‘She has to be intact, you know. But I can still have some fun with her, and I’d love to watch your face while I make her play. Right now is as good a time as any — it’ll be a long flight before we get there. I can have some fun with her before I give her to my dad. But I’m keeping you. He won’t even know I have you.’

I looked him in the eyes and felt nothing but hate. He had nearly killed Leo. He wanted to hurt my little Simone.

I tasted the blood.

I tasted the rage.

I tasted the pain.

Ice.

Cold.

Fury.

Something between my eyes went snap. And suddenly I was huge, and dark, and powerful, and mad as hell.

Wong’s face changed from menace to fear.

Both Kitty and Simone screamed.

I easily threw him off, raised myself on my black coils and opened my mouth to strike. My fangs flew out, spraying venom.

Wong and Kitty disappeared. Gone. I tried to follow their movement but they had taken off and gone fast and far.

I looked around. Simone had collapsed into the corner, sobbing. I glanced down at Leo. His neck was broken and he was bleeding profusely from the wound on the side of his throat, but he was alive.

I closed my mouth, refolding my fangs. What was happening?

They’d hurt Leo. They’d frightened Simone. Not good enough. There was a demon nearby. I stalked it.

I slithered silently through the galley into the main cabin. Demon. Kill.

The other side of the door. Demon. Kill it.

I went through the door without stopping. The demon wasn’t paying attention. I reared up and bit its head off. It exploded into a cloud of the black stuff. I vacuumed it all into me. Not as good as blood, but it would do.

There was a corpse in the other seat. I nudged it with my nose. Dead. Too bad. I couldn’t heal him. Oh, well.

I turned. The door was still closed, but again it didn’t stop me. I just went straight through it, as if it wasn’t there. I returned to Simone and Leo. I hesitated.

Simone: drained, but okay. Leo: near death. John: also near death.

I touched my nose to Leo and healed him. He didn’t wake.

‘Call the Dragon. Call the Lady,’ I said.

Simone remained frozen, sobbing.

‘Call them, child,’ I said. ‘I won’t hurt you.’

I felt them coming. I changed. I fell.


Chapter Eleven (#ulink_b280141a-3b54-569d-91f3-8bcef2c9e2ca)

Igasped and shot upright. ‘Who’s flying the plane?’

‘The Dragon is,’ Leo said.

‘John!’ I said, casting around.

‘I’m fine,’ John said from my left. He was sitting on the bunk and smiling. Simone was sitting on his lap, also smiling.

I sagged back and ran my hand over my forehead. ‘Whoa. That feels weird.’ I tasted my mouth and gagged.

Leo handed me a cup of something strong, sweet and fizzy, and I downed it.

‘Thanks, but I need to brush my teeth,’ I said. ‘My mouth tastes of blood.’ I looked around. ‘What happened?’

‘How much do you remember?’ Leo said softly. He crouched next to me, studying me intensely.

I hunted through my memories. ‘Oh my God.’

He dropped to sit next to me on the grey carpet. ‘Yep.’

‘Emma,’ John said sharply from the bunk, ‘did they have control of you?’

‘No, of course not,’ I said. ‘I was just playing for time. I was hoping he’d try to . . .’ I stopped. I didn’t want to say it in front of Simone. ‘I was hoping he’d take me into the main cabin first. The phone’s there.’

John and Leo both sighed. Simone didn’t seem concerned.

‘It was the taste,’ I said.

‘That was what was different,’ the stone said. ‘In Central, she injured you.’

‘I was bleeding in Central,’ I whispered.

‘Thought so,’ John said.

‘What, Daddy?’ Simone said.

Nobody said anything.

‘You healed me,’ Leo said.

‘He broke your neck,’ I said. ‘If he had ripped your carotid you’d be dead. I don’t know whether he missed it on purpose or not.’

Leo put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek. ‘Thanks, Emma.’

I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a squeeze. ‘I am so glad I could do that. What happened after I changed back?’

‘The Lady and the Dragon came,’ John said. ‘The Lady gave me enough energy to make it to the resort. She didn’t want to feed me too much on the plane, it’s not sealed. We’d attract flyers. I’ll make it.’

‘And the Dragon’s flying the plane?’ I said.

‘No, actually he’s on the outside carrying it,’ John said with amusement. ‘He hasn’t stopped complaining about the damage to his claws.’

‘Oh, poor baby,’ I said. ‘Broke a fingernail.’

Leo chuckled and his arm shook around me.

‘You were a big black snake again, Emma,’ Simone said.

‘Yes, I know, sweetheart,’ I said. ‘Don’t be afraid of it, it won’t hurt you.’

Simone levered herself over the edge of the bunk and dropped to the floor. She came to me and fell into my lap. I released Leo, wrapped my arms around her middle and kissed the top of her head. Leo’s arm didn’t shift from around my shoulders.

‘It’s awfully big and scary, Emma. Was it really you?’ Simone said.

‘It’s really me,’ I said.

Leo let go of me and pulled himself to his feet. ‘Coffee,’ he said, and went into the galley. He poked his head back out. ‘My Lord?’

‘Tea, tikuanyin,’ John said. And a big glass of blood for the Serpent Lady.

‘You are really revolting sometimes,’ I said.

‘What did he say?’ Simone said.

‘Don’t you like it?’ John said. My Serpent does.

‘No!’ I said fiercely. I hesitated. ‘Strange. I liked it when I was really mad. Now I can taste it and it’s nauseating. I need to wash it out.’

Your Serpent likes it.

‘Yeah. I know. But I don’t.’ I sagged. ‘I have a split personality. I need to see a shrink.’

‘Perfectly normal insanity,’ John said.

‘Yeah. I cannot believe I just tried to . . .’ I didn’t say the word, ‘. . . Simon Wong. I must be insane.’

‘I think the insanity is the most attractive thing about you,’ John said. ‘That and the black scales.’

‘You two are stupid,’ Simone said.

‘Oh, I don’t know, Simone,’ John said. ‘Those who are simple-minded or insane have the easiest path to the Tao.’

‘Then I’m already there,’ I said. ‘Doubly so.’

‘You want something, Emma?’ Leo said from the galley, ignoring us.

‘Yeah,’ I said, gently moving Simone off my lap and pulling myself unsteadily to my feet, leaning on the wall. ‘I want to brush my teeth. Then coffee sounds really good. Strong. With lots of sugar.’

Simone ran to her father and threw herself onto her stomach on the bunk next to him. She turned onto her back and smiled up at him. ‘Are we there yet?’

He didn’t say anything, just tickled her until she fell off the bunk onto the floor with a thump.

We sat together in the main cabin. John was drowsy but awake. Simone sat in his lap, her head on his chest. It had caught up with all of us.

‘What will we do about Brian?’ I said.

‘The Dragon will fix it for us,’ John said. ‘We’ll make it look like Brian had a heart attack on the way here, and the co-pilot flew the plane. The Dragon will provide a tame demon to take the place of the co-pilot.’

I tried to remember if Brian had been physically injured. I couldn’t.

‘Did he have family?’ I said softly.

‘Yes,’ John said.

We were all silent for a while.

‘They thought they had control of me,’ I said eventually.

‘The important thing is that they didn’t,’ John said. ‘Is that the first time they’ve tried?’

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘As far as I can remember anyway.’

‘Then they probably weren’t expecting it to work,’ John said. ‘But they made an attempt anyway.’

‘What did they do to me?’ I whispered fiercely. ‘Did they turn me into a snake?’

‘If they did, then they made a huge mistake, didn’t they,’ John said placidly.

‘They sure did,’ Leo said with satisfaction. ‘You healed me. The Snake healed me. The ulcers are gone.’

‘Uh, Leo . . .’ I began.

He understood. ‘You couldn’t heal all of it, could you?’

‘I’m so sorry,’ I said, my voice thick. ‘More than anything else in the world, I wanted to do that for you. But your neck was broken and you had lost a lot of blood. I did what I could.’

‘You couldn’t make him better from the bad disease?’ Simone said, her voice small. ‘He’s still going to die?’

I couldn’t face them. I got up and went into the galley. Leo followed me. I stood facing away from him.

‘Next time, don’t bother,’ he said softly.

I nodded without looking at him.

He turned and went out.

Two hours later we approached the coast of Borneo.

‘Look out the window,’ John said.

‘I can’t see anything. His front foot is in the way.’ The window was blocked by the Dragon’s huge claws.

‘Wait,’ John said. The claws disappeared. ‘He needs to be invisible to bring the plane in anyway.’

Simone and I rushed to the window to see out. A few tiny islands were dotted through the brilliant aquamarine sea. We approached the land; the shore and the city of Kota Kinabalu came into view. The city wasn’t too impressive: there were only a couple of buildings more than ten storeys high; most of the structures were low-rise and shop houses. But the water was a stunning sparkling aqua and the sky was brilliantly clear.

‘The resort is below us,’ John said. ‘On the waterfront.’

Simone saw it. ‘There it is, Emma. It’s huge!’

She was right. The complex was enormous and embraced the edge of the water. It had bright green grass and a marina with white mooring posts. Two swimming pools glittered below us. A golf course flanked the resort on the landward side.

‘The golf course is really big too,’ I said. John chuckled. ‘You play?’

He shook his head, still smiling. ‘Tried for a while, but I gave up. Can’t see the point.’

‘What, you’re no good at it? I find that hard to believe.’

He grinned. ‘Apparently my style or technique or whatever is hopeless, but that’s beside the point, because I just hit the ball into the hole.’

‘You’re joking,’ I said. ‘A hole in one? Every time?’

He shrugged.

‘You could make a fortune on the pro golf circuit,’ I said, turning back to the window.




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