Dreaming of the Eastern Zhou

Fine grains of almond scrub still clung beneath her fingernails, and the crisp scent of white tea and cedar from the aromatherapy diffuser seemed to linger at the tip of her nose. Xi Dae’e’s last memory was of giving a lymphatic detox treatment in the VIP spa room to a female CEO who had just signed a ten-million-yuan contract. As her fingertips pressed the congested knot beneath the woman’s shoulder blade, a streak of purple-black lightning suddenly split the sky outside. A sharp buzzing came from the metal frame of the treatment bed, and electricity raced from her palm up her arm. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.