Chapter 6:
Doyle woke with a start. “Mei.” The word slipped from his lips. His head throbbed. He remembered only a little of his fiancée: Mei standing by a stream and the jolt he received.
Now he was nowhere near a stream. All he saw was an elderly Chinese man sitting with his eyes closed, a dark space behind him… Is this a cave? He sat up to get a better look.
“I’m glad to see you’re awake… and alive.” The old man spoke, never opening his eyes. How did he know I was awake?
“Where am I?” Doyle asked.
“Always right to the point, never time for a little chit-chat, aye?”
The voice sounded strangely familiar. He could hear me, that was how he knew I was awake. “Have we met? I feel I should know you.”
“We met before, though I doubt you will recall, the Naga’s venom coursed through your v
