China left them to it, found a small room and took the thick piece of chalk from her pocket. She drew the sigil on the floor quickly. She could hear crashes and breaking glass. She lay down on top of the sigil, took a deep breath, and tapped the edge.
The sigil glowed, and China gritted her teeth as a pulse of light shot upwards, hit the ceiling, lighting up the whole room. Her cracked ribs burned as they healed. Pain ran the entire length of her body, but there had been no time for subtlety. She’d needed a safe place to do this ever since that vampire had thrown her into that wall.