Pity it wasn’t mine. Unfortunately, there was also nothing about it that boded well for me. Decker and his bullshit had hit at exactly the wrong time in my life. Yeah, OK, there probably wasn't actually a right time for a coven of witches to come along and declare that you needed to die so that they could go on frolicking naked in the woods during the full moon; however, I especially didn't need this crap right now, since it served to distract me from the assassins that were on a mission to turn my skull into an ashtray. I had been so preoccupied with Decker's loony ramblings that I had forgotten we were stuck in the loft, a place the assassins already had a heads-up about (just ask Dusk Reaper). The front door, despite being a heavy duty security door, literally flew off its hinges and went slamming into the far wall. If anyone had been standing behind it, they would have been pancaked. Nergui stood in the doorway, flanked by his two death-dealing flunkies, Bang (damn, that name never stopped being funny!) and Cheng-gong. “Give us the princess, and your death will be painless,”
