His smile was faint, his fingers warm and steady against hers. “No difference from a human. You aim for the demon’s core of qì—the equivalent to our hearts.” His gaze flickered, drifting over her face. “Then you pierce.” For some reason, her heart tumbled and her breath came fast. “I’ll remember that,” Lan said. “Try not to miss. A demon will not be inclined to give you a second chance.” Her blade pressed against the fabric of his black páo. “I won’t miss.” His thumb tapped involuntarily against her skin.
