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copper-colored studs he wore underneath. The straps cut visibly into his expanding<br />
flesh, and when a strange, yellowish blood began to run down his arms, legs, and chest,<br />
Marla realized the copper studs were actually the heads of nails—the harness was nailed<br />
to him, and as he expanded against the bonds, the nails dug in and wounded him. He<br />
gasped, standing eight feet tall now, but hunched over in the constricting harness. Marla<br />
didn’t relax, but it was clear Ch’ang Hao wasn’t about to attack anyone.<br />
“That’s some serious fucking bondage,” Rondeau said.<br />
“Hush,” Marla said. But he was right—it was bondage, and not of the consensual,<br />
recreational sort they’d seen at the party.<br />
Ch’ang Hao shrank down to his old size, wincing. “If I were in possession of my full<br />
powers, I would destroy you,” he said solemnly.<br />
“That’s quite a trick, changing size while retaining your original shape,” Marla said.<br />
“I’ve never known a sorcerer who could do that, not without getting cancer in the<br />
process. That kind of stuff plays hell with your cellular integrity.” She was on edge,<br />
prepared to reverse her cloak at the slightest renewed threat from this man,<br />
consequences to her humanity be damned. She didn’t understand what he was, and that<br />
made her nervous.<br />
The man spat. “I am not a sorcerer. I am older than your kind. I lived with the serpents<br />
before man rose up on two legs.”<br />
Marla squinted, looking beyond the obvious. She was starting to get a headache, peering<br />
into the magical realm so often tonight. She could see the tiny silver threads now, like<br />
puppet strings, attached to Ch’ang’s throat, shoulders, wrists, waist, and ankles. “But<br />
you got caught by a sorcerer,” Marla said. “There’s a serious thrall laid on you. And that<br />
harness keeps you from getting too big and dangerous, huh?”<br />
“I am dangerous enough for most purposes at this size,” he said. “I did not expect you to<br />
be so formidable. I confess, I did not recognize your fighting style.”<br />
“Jeet Kun Do, mostly,” she said. “The style Bruce Lee invented.”<br />
“I do not know Mr. Lee,” he said, as if it saddened him.<br />
“You’ve never heard of Bruce Lee?” Rondeau said. “You’re even more clueless about<br />
pop culture than Marla is.”<br />
“I don’t imagine our friend in Chinatown lets Ch’ang out of his box very often,” Marla<br />
said. “How big can you get anyway?”<br />
Ch’ang Hao almost smiled. “When I am unencumbered, I can grow just large enough to<br />
defeat whatever enemy I face. No more, no less.”<br />
“And our friend in Chinatown is afraid of you getting big enough to defeat him, huh?”<br />
“I see that you comprehend my situation fully.”