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“Sounds good to me,” Marla said.<br />
The snakes began to devour one another, the circle constricting, and Ch’ang Hao and<br />
Marla stepped over them. The snakes somehow, impossibly, devoured one another<br />
completely, until no sign of them remained.<br />
“My blade is back at the hotel,” Marla said. “Come back with us?”<br />
Ch’ang Hao frowned. “I am not properly attired for human company.”<br />
“What, because you’re wearing a bloody harness of leather straps?” Marla said. She<br />
waved her hand. “Please. This is San Francisco.”<br />
“She’s got a point,” Rondeau said. “But I’ll loan you my jacket, just in case.”<br />
Seeing Ch’ang Hao in the mundanity of a hotel room was oddly disconcerting. Marla<br />
had experienced the same sense of fundamental dislocation in the past, during her few<br />
brushes with non-human intelligent entities. It wasn’t so bad talking to him outside, in<br />
the night, but having this ancient creature sit calmly on the edge of the bed while Marla<br />
sliced through the individual silver lines connecting him to his master…that was<br />
bizarre. She could feel Ch’ang Hao’s age, radiating from him like the heat of a star.<br />
Most people would take him for human, as Marla had at first, but now that she knew, it<br />
was different. Standing beside him was like standing close to a lion—a mixture of awe,<br />
fear, and wonder. All that despite the fact that Ch’ang Hao was dressed in one of<br />
Rondeau’s T-shirts and a pair of his flannel boxer-shorts.<br />
Rondeau was unbothered, sitting up in bed watching a reality show about strippers on<br />
HBO. Maybe the fact that Rondeau was, at core, non-human himself made him more<br />
comfortable around beings like Ch’ang Hao. Or maybe he was just being Rondeau.<br />
Marla’s dagger of office cut cleanly through the last silvery thread, and the trailing ends<br />
that still touched Ch’ang Hao’s back disintegrated into silver sparkles, then disappeared.<br />
The longer ends, trailing out through the walls back to their friend in Chinatown, turned<br />
black and melted away.<br />
Ch’ang Hao stood up, turned slowly around, and bowed to Marla. “For the first time in<br />
decades, I do not feel the weight of the chain on me.”<br />
“I guess our friend in Chinatown knows you’re not his lapdog anymore, right?”<br />
“He, too, will feel that the connection has been severed.”<br />
“So is he going to try to kill us again?” Rondeau said. “Like, before morning? Because I<br />
could use some sleep. Watching Marla fight tires me out.”<br />
“My…former master…will be otherwise occupied for some time, I think,” Ch’ang Hao<br />
said. “I may still be muzzled, as Marla says, but I am not without resources, and I may<br />
now turn those powers against my former master.”