There are nine dragons, each with its personality. But it is Yazi, the seventh dragon, who likes to kill.
In the basement of a building in Chinatown, Reese lay on a wooden table, naked to the waist. His chest and stomach were a bright white in contrast to his sun-darkened arms and face. Isaac leaned against a wall where he could watch what was going on with Reese, but still watch the door. The smell of sandalwood incense filled the room.
Chow Ling, small and stooped, leaned over Reese. Chow Ling wore a black silk cap; his gray pigtail hung to his heels. A heavy silk vest covered his white shirt. A fierce, gold dragon with ruby eyes encircled the ring finger of his left hand. The ruby eyes, catching the light of the lamp, gleamed as Ling"s gentle fingertips, touched Reese"s wounded face.
