She did not think the pain she had glimpsed was something Drew would consciously share. Sean was used to hearing the pain of others, allowing it to touch her so that she might help another heal. But this had not been willingly shared, and Sean felt irrationally protective of Drew’s vulnerability. And considering she knew so little of her, the intensity of her own response disturbed her. She couldn’t quite forget the anguish revealed in Drew’s face, and her own heart ached in sympathy.

“I don’t know her, Ellen. I see her four times a week in class that’s all.”

Ellen didn’t comment on the strange hollowness in Sean’s voice, nor the distant look in her eyes as she spoke.

“Well, Ill let you off the hook for a while. But do try to be a little more curious, wont you?”

Sean didn’t want to admit just how curious she was. As she trudged tiredly off to bed, she couldn’t get Drew off her mind.

CHAPTER FOUR

Drew was in a long dark alley, and there were menacing shadows on all sides. Fear rose in her throat as she forced herself deeper into the darkness. She knew someone needed her, she had to keep going despite her terror. An arm reached for her, and she thrust the body away with a swift kick. She fought off the hands that clutched her clothes, stumbling as she reeled forward in the near total blackness.

She couldn’t get her breath her chest was heavy and tight. Finally she reached the end of the alley. It was a dead-end, and a woman lay crumpled at the foot of a brick wall. She reached a trembling hand down and turned the woman face up. Through the blood and the bruises she could make out Sean’s distorted features. As she stared in horror, the face changed and it was Dara staring back at her, terrified eyes beseeching her.

“Oh god, no!” she cried as she came awake in the still room. She looked wildly about, gasping, the terror of the dream still fresh. She groaned and dropped her head down on her knees, struggling to contain her sobs.

A soft knock finally penetrated her consciousness.

“Drew it is Janet. Can I help?”

Drew rubbed her face and took a deep breath. “No, please it was just a nightmare. I’m okay.”

“If you need me, you will tell me, yes?”

“Yes,” Drew called, knowing she couldn’t share the images of her pain. She had never talked about it to anyone she was silenced by the enormity of her guilt.

She lay back, knowing she would not sleep again that night. Sean’s face rose unbidden, as Drew had first seen her kneeling in the dojang , calm, centered a sculpted face framed by tousled dark hair. And those eyes so green when she opened them, so soothing.

Suddenly the image was replaced by the memory of Sean tonight, lying dazed and bleeding so still she thought for an instant

Drew groaned in frustration and reached for the light. She had to stop the images and she especially had to stop thinking about Sean. Sean was more of a threat than the reemergence of her nightmares. At least the nightmares were familiar. She had no reference for the strong reaction she had to Sean she had felt it that first night during the test. She was captivated by the calm stillness Sean projected a state that so eluded Drew. Each time she taught, it was the same. Sean seemed to radiate a sense of balance, a self-acceptance that expanded and enfolded those around her. At least, Drew felt that way when she looked at her. Some of Sean’s peace touched her.

Drew squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them to the harsh light, hoping to banish all thought. She reached for a book from the bedside table and forced herself to read. She would think no more tonight.

In the morning, Janet Cho greeted her warmly. “There is coffee, and Chris has made muffins.”

Drew poured a cup and sat at the small kitchen table with her old friend.

“We had an injury last night, Master Cho. Sean’s nose is broken.”

“Ah, is it bad?” Janet asked.

Drew shook her head. “Not so bad shell be bruised for a while, but no surgery is needed.” She went on to relate the details of the accident and then voiced her uncertainty, “Perhaps I don’t know the students well enough to teach them yet.”

Janet touched her arm very lightly. “You are an excellent teacher, Drew. Don’t doubt yourself. Gail is a good student a little lazy sometimes but she is young. She has done that kick many times before it is well within her capabilities. She misjudged not you. I will spend some time with her on control, I think. I would like you to teach Sean her next form the first black belt form.

Drew hid her reluctance. She wanted to stay away from Sean the woman had already intruded into her dreams. “Yes, of course. As soon as she comes back.”

“Oh, Sean will be there tonight,” Janet Cho said with certainty.

As Drew and Janet approached the door to the dojang an hour and a half before class, they discovered Sean stretching in the hall outside. Drew couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?”

Sean grinned. “I’m fine, ma’am.”

Drew shook her head as she stepped aside. “Well, come on in then.”

Sean stopped at the doorway to bow before she entered and then bowed in turn to Master Cho and Master Clark. “Good evening,” she said formally.

Both women bowed to her and returned her greeting.

“Sean stretch now I want you to work on forms tonight with Master Clark.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And, Master Clark you and I will do some weapons work before class, yes? I want to see what you taught the army.”

Drew bowed formally. “Yes, Master Cho. Knife or jo stick?

“The jo ,” Janet replied, referring to the five foot staff. It could be used as a thrusting weapon, like a spear, or swung like a baseball bat. It was excellent practice against the sort of weapon that could be picked up off the street.

“I will attack,” Janet stated.

Sean watched from the corner of the room where she was performing her pre-workout stretching routine.

Drew turned into a sideways defensive posture, one leg back, both hands up the forward hand extended, the rear hand guarding her chest. Her stance, however, was less rigid than the classical karate stance she looked relaxed but wary. Sean flinched when Master Cho attacked with a flurry of swinging blows directed at Drew’s head and chest. Drew deflected them with her forearm, circling Master Cho, looking for a chance to launch her own attack.

Then, with a feinting movement to the left that distracted her opponent, Drew dropped to the floor and swung her foot behind Master Chos knee. The leg sweep brought the woman down, and only Drew’s hold on Janet’s uniform jacket prevented her from landing heavily on her back.

Sean was breathless over the display of skill and power she had witnessed Drew moved with such speed! There was such intensity in her face as she met each strike with her own force. The blows must have hurt, but there was no sign of it in her reactions she bided her time and then counterattacked without hesitation. Sean had never seen anything like it. Drew was magnificent!

“Oh, that was a good move thank you for breaking my fall,” Janet Cho said as she rose. “Now the knife.”

Drew nodded, once again waiting, her eyes on the steel weapon in Janet’s hand. As the thrust came at her midsection, she side-stepped, blocking the knife arm with her own arm, then trapping it against her side. With the weapon arm immobilized, she was able to raise a vicious snap kick to the midsection followed by an elbow strike to the back of the neck. As Janet anticipated each strike, she allowed her body to absorb the blows until at last she was lying on her back with Drew poised above her, the knife now in Drew’s hand. The face that looked down at her was fierce with concentration, the blue eyes cold. Drew plunged the knife down with a piercing cry. The point hovered millimeters above Janet Chos throat.

“I think I see your Aikido in that move, Master Clark,” Janet Cho said calmly. Drew leaned back on her heels and smiled.

“Yes, ma’am. But on the street, we must use all our weapons”

Both women stood and bowed to one another.

“Thank you, Drew.”

“Thank you, Master Cho,” Drew responded. As she turned away, she caught Sean staring at her. Sean blushed and ducked her head when Drew’s eyes met hers. Drew wondered briefly just what Sean had seen during those moments when Drew was too occupied to keep all her shields in place.

“Are you sure you’re ready to work out tonight?” Drew asked as she approached. Her voice was soft with a concern she couldn’t hide. She remembered Sean’s dazed and bloody face from the previous night.

Sean met Drew’s gaze and noted for the first time how blond her eyelashes were, and how fine the lines at the corner of her eyes. She knew they would deepen when Drew bestowed one of her rare smiles. She had noted that last night when she stood with Drew at the front door of her home. She remembered she had had to tilt her head up just a little to see Drew’s face. That was when Drew had smiled that smile that was like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“Sean?” Drew queried, concerned by her silence.

“Yes, ma’am. I feel fine.”

“I expect you to tell me if you have problems during the work out understood?”

Sean nodded.

Drew looked at her quizzically, prompting her reply.

“Yes, ma’am!” Sean shouted, blushing faintly at her own consternation.

After the class had assembled, Drew took Sean aside and spent the entire hour and a half teaching Sean new moves and reviewing her previous forms. As always, Sean’s technique was excellent, and she worked hard. Drew attributed her uncharacteristic lapses in concentration to the effects of her injury.

Sean wasn’t sure what was bothering her, she just felt unaccountably agitated. Shed find herself staring at Master Clarks hands, noting the strength in the broad palms and long tapering fingers. Then she would realize she had missed a command and find herself blushing again. Nevertheless, she was pleased when Master Clark commented that she had done good work. The words felt like a gift.