Delicate fingertips brushed against the nape of Eliza's neck as China swept the red curls over her shoulder. Wordlessly, she traced a path along the neckline of Eliza's nightgown. Her finger's absentmindedly tangling with the drawstring Eliza's maid had tied for her. In the mirror, their gazes met. Two pale faces. Eliza's battle-weary. China's white with rage... [Eliza gets injured in battle; China is less than pleased.]