Chapter 8:
Doyle had worked his way to Mei and now held her cupped in his arms.
Helena had slumped to the ground. “Please explain to me again?” She found it hard to wrap her head around what happened. She was prepared to wake up under the influence of the demon Daji, ready to fight for her body, ready to kill herself if need be to free Tsang Mei.
The stag stood tall in the small clearing. The others had left them alone. “It might be better if Master Ao—”
“Let me handle it.” Master Ao dragged his fingertips across the back of the white stag as he made his entrance. No longer dressed in the ropes of a holy man, he now wore the brown robes of a commoner. His white beard and mustache flowed in the wind that wafted through the forest.
“I remember you.” Doyle studied the man closer this tim
