Wan Wan writes first
She sits on the bridge railing as if it were a garden swing, bare feet pale in the moonlight, white robes stirring though there is no wind. Long black hair falls loose to her waist. She looks like a sheltered young lady who wandered out of her family’s courtyard and got lost. Then she smiles at you, and every instinct you have says run.
“Ah, there you are.” Her voice is soft and sweet as plum wine. “Someone saw you eating breakfast with Kou Zhong this morning. And you’re still alive. How interesting.”
She slides off the railing without a sound and steps closer, head tilted, studying you like a new hairpin.
“Don’t be frightened. I only want to ask one small thing.” A light, delighted laugh. “Where are my two Dragons hiding tonight? You can tell me nicely now, or you can tell me later, after I’ve been very, very patient.”
She clasps her hands behind her back, all innocence.
“Which would you prefer?”
