Natasha Ngan

“Fear is good. It means you care. And caring is its own kind of magic. One just as powerful as any dao I can weave.”

“It—it doesn’t even hurt,” I say.

“That’s not the same as being all right,”

But you never were silent and sweet, even in your sleep, were you, Lei-zhi? You have always been haunted.” He jerks me closer. His wicked grin cuts wide. “You live your nightmares, every moment of your life. You, Lei-zhi, will never be free.”