Chenghai was already standing before the thread pulled a second time.
Zhenlan took the tablet from beneath the television and saved every file Han Zhi had sent. Yuche moved Lingyun's arm from around his waist and lowered him carefully against the couch cushions.
Lingyun watched him do it.
"No."
Yuche didn't look up. "You can't fight."
"I can burn things without moving."
"You reopened your ribs walking across a market."
"That was different."
"You were being shot at."
"Exactly."
Apparently, that explained something inside Lingyun's head.
I pressed my fingers against the scar on my calf and followed the two moving threads without reaching for them properly. They were still east of the city, moving slowly and stopping every few minutes.
Vehicles.
Gu Han had put the marked people into vehicles and was driving them somewhere.
The other thread near the road had stopped moving. The one farther south had almost disappeared.
Whatever Gu Han planned, he had already started.
