So many scenarios spun around in my head.
Back in the elevator, I had made a vow to Kenji, our love, and our people no matter how cold the decision would be. I’d committed to abandoning normal society’s rules of decency and go deadly cold if I needed to.
And now the universe was calling my bluff.
The old woman leaned back in her seat. “Or the child can live forever inside the Dragon's power, woven into his immortal spirit, never alone, never separated from him. And you will see that little tiger as you see his dragon spirit.”
But. . .killing our child?
I looked back down at my hand on my stomach.
“Will you do it, Tora?”
I closed my eyes and even with them shut. . .tears spilled.
Will I?
I opened my eyes and did my best to not imagine our little girl. My heart already ached so much. To think of her. . .it would be cruel. . .it would make me too soft with emotion. . .
The cart kept moving.
The trees kept passing.
A little tiger spirit is above me waiting to enter our child. Waiting for a heartbeat that may never come.
More tears spilled and I couldn’t even lift my hand to wipe them.
Sacrifice.
How unfair. . .that all this time I had tried to save Kiko’s unborn kids to now be faced with killing mine?
I’m going to kill Kiko. That I know. . .
The full moon watched.
Shigo-sha watched.
Yoichi went stiff as he kept our cart going forward.
The Dragon I loved was somewhere on this island, preparing to die for me without knowing what I was being asked to kill for him.
The boom of the antiaircraft guns rolled across the trees again, and the little tiger spirit waited to know its fate.
Fuck. . .