"Is all this necessary?" I ask.
Daji gives me an indulgent smile. "Humor me."
I surrender, letting her do what she wants. It had to be nerve-wracking for her, and for Mom and Dad and the entire team, just waiting for me to come out in one piece with my sanity intact. I don't know that I would be half as calm if the roles were reversed.
So, I lie spread out on the bed facedown, fully naked, feeling her hands on my upper body, my middle back, my lower back. She's hitting all the pressure points and working my meridians. At least that's how she explained it to me when she began half an hour ago after locking the door to our guest room and ordering Fuxi to stand guard. He obeyed without so much as a peep, which leads me to one conclusion: like Daji, he probably saw what transpired during my ordeal.
I mumble, "If this is another alternate reality, I'm not walking through that door."
"As if you'd have a choice," comes her snappy reply.
