now.”
“They could be waiting for you,” Shen pointed out.
That was fair logic. “Then we’ll burn it.”
“We can’t get past the stone—”
“You can’t get past stone.” Rin wiggled her fingers in the air. A fiery dragon danced around her palm. She squinted at the temple, considering. It fell easily within her range; she could extend her flames to a radius of fifty yards. She only needed to sneak a flame through a window. Once past stone, her fire would find plenty of things to burn.
“How many hostages?” Rin asked.
“Does it matter?” Shen asked.
“It does to me.”
Shen paused for a long moment, and then nodded. “Maybe five, six. No more than eight.”
“Are they important?” Women and children could die without many ramifications. Local leadership likely couldn’t.
“Not as far as I can tell. Souji’s people are on the other side of town. And he doesn’t have family.”
Rin mulled over her options one last time.
She could still have her troops storm the temple, but she’d suffer casualties, especially if the Mugenese really did have gas canisters. The Southern Army couldn’t afford casualties; their numbers were low enough already.
And her margin of victory mattered. This was her great test. If she came home from this not just victorious but with minimal losses, the Monkey Warlord would give her an army. The decision, then, was clear; she wasn’t slinking back with only half her troops.
“Who else knows about the hostages?” she asked Shen.
“Just the men here.”
“What about the villagers?”
“We’ve evacuated everyone we could find,” Shen said, which was code for No one will speak of what you did.
Rin nodded. “Get your men out of here. At least a hundred paces. I don’t want them to inhale any smoke.”
Shen looked pale. “General—”
Rin raised her voice. “I wasn’t asking.”
Shen nodded and broke into a run. The field cleared in seconds. Rin stood alone in the yard, rubbing her fingers against her palm.
Can you feel this, Kitay? Can you tell what I’m doing?
No time for hesitation. She had to do this before the Mugenese ventured out to investigate the silence.
She turned her palm out. Fire roared. She directed the core of the flame toward the locks on the temple doors. She saw the metal warping, twisting into an unbreakable shape.
Then the Mugenese must have caught on, because someone inside started to scream.
Rin increased the heat to a roar loud enough to drown it out, yet somehow it pierced the wall of sound. It was a high squeal of pain. Maybe a woman’s, maybe a child’s. It almost sounded like a baby. But that didn’t mean anything—she knew how shrilly a grown man could scream.
She increased the force of her flame, made it roar so loudly that she couldn’t hear herself think. But still the scream penetrated the wall of fire.
She squeezed her eyes shut. She imagined herself falling backward into the Phoenix’s warmth, into that distant space where nothing mattered but rage. The thin wail wavered.
Burn, she thought, shut up and burn.
Chapter 2
“Well done,” Kitay said.
She threw her arms around him, pulled him tight against her, and lingered in his embrace for a long while. By now she should have become used to their brief separations, but leaving him behind felt harder and harder every time.
She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t solely because Kitay was the one source of her power. That it wasn’t just because of her selfish concern that if anything happened to him, she was useless.
No, she also felt responsible for him. Guilty, rather. Kitay’s mind was stretched like a rope between her and the Phoenix, and between the rage and hatred and shame, he felt everything. He kept her safe from madness, and she subjected him to madness in return. Nothing she ever did could repay that debt.
“You’re shaking,” she said.
“I’m all right,” he said. “It’s nothing.”
“You’re lying.” Even in the dim light of dawn, Rin could see his legs were trembling. He was far from all right—he could barely stand. They had this same argument after every battle. Every time she came back and saw what she’d done to him, saw his pale, drawn face and knew that to him, it felt like torture. Every time he denied it.
She’d limit her use of flame if only he asked. He never asked.
“I’ll be fine,” he amended gently. He nodded over her shoulder. “And you’re drawing a bit of attention.”
Rin turned and saw Khudla’s survivors.
This had happened often enough that she knew what to expect.
First they wandered forward in little, tentative clumps. Curious whispering,