Page 233 of Savage Throne
It looked more like his body was tearing itself apart. His legs kicked against the gurney and the black lines on his skin began to pulse, their edges glowing faintly as though they were alive.
It was a terrifying sight—those dark veins writhing like serpents under his skin.
Then, his body calmed.
Master Wu moved his hands. “Now, you can touch him.”
I went over and clutched Lei’s hand, squeezing tightly. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. Just hold on.”
His head snapped to my direction and his lips trembled as the last of the liquid disappeared down his throat.
“You have the antidote.” I swallowed. “You’re going to be just fine.”
Then, with a final shudder, his body went still.
Too still.
“Good.” Master Wu nodded. “The antidote is beginning to take effect, and even more. . .I’m sure he heard you.”
As if on cue, the black lines on Lei’s skin began to retreat. It was subtle at first, the inky tendrils shrinking back ever so slightly, but soon they were fading faster, pulling away from his temples, his jaw, his chest.
The glow dimmed, replaced by the golden hue of his skin returning.
I watched in awe, my hands still clutching his. “Yes. . .it’s working.”
Master Wu gave his assistant the empty vial. “The venom is being neutralized. His body will expel the remaining traces naturally.”
Lei’s breathing grew steadier, his chest rising and falling in a soothing rhythm.
The tension in my shoulders eased but the fear didn’t leave me completely.
Not yet.
I looked at Master Wu. “How long until he’s fully recovered?”
“Do not worry. But, he will go in and out of consciousness for several days.”
“What?”
“His body will need to completely rid itself of the poison.”
I shivered.
“After five to six days he will wake up,” Master Wu replied. “Just understand that he’ll need rest for another week after that. His body has endured a great deal and if you give me that urine. . .he’ll be even better.”
“Fine but Lei better wake up and be healthy.”
“Urine will do it.”
Jo scrunched her face up in disgust. “Whoa.”
The assistant handed me the bottle.
I took it and brushed away stray damp strands on Lei’s forehead. His skin was warm now, no longer feverishly hot. The worst was over, but the sight of him lying there, so still and fragile, made my heart ache.
Master Wu gestured to the gurney. “We’ll take him back to the Palace. He needs proper care.”
“Okay.” I glanced off to see Four Aces wrap blankets around Chanel’s body.
