I knelt behind Dachev. I grabbed his leg with one hand, the knife in the other, preparing to cut his ham-strings. If I was stuck here until someone rescued me, I damned well wasn’t giving Dachev any chance of pay-back. As he writhed and screamed, in too much pain to try to escape—or even know what I was doing—I cut away his pant leg.

“What did it do to him?” asked a voice behind me.

The club-man stood in the doorway, weapon in hand. He stared at Dachev, baby-smooth brow wrinkling. His gaze turned to me, and he smiled, showing off an orthodontist’s wet dream worth of crooked teeth.

“I thought it was gone,” he said as he stepped into the room, club thumping against his leg.

“Maybe it stayed to play.” The knife-man walked in, a homemade blade in each hand. “Does it want to play some more?”

Still gripping the knife, I leapt to my feet.

“Do you see how I play?” I said, waving at Dachev, who was still moaning and writhing. “I don’t think I’m the kind of playmate you’re looking for. But if you both leave now, I’ll forget I saw you and—”

The club-man rushed me. I cast a binding spell, but my powers were too weakened, and it only trapped him for a split second before he broke free. Right behind him came the knife-man, the werewolf, and a redhead I hadn’t seen earlier. Another shadow slid in through the door, but I didn’t stay to see who it was.

I wheeled, ran, and smashed headfirst through the window. Quite the dramatic exit…though I’d rather not have been exiting at all. As much as I hated running away, I’d had enough practice rounds with these guys earlier to know I couldn’t stave them off for long in a fight, not without any spell-power. Better to get my ass back in those woods until I figured out how I was getting it back to my dimension.

As I tore around to the back of the house, running footsteps sounded behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. Knife-guy was already out. He swung back his arm…and I ran smack into a giant air-bag.

As I stumbled back, I caught sight of my air-bag obstacle—a man with three chins and a gut that could house a full-term pregnancy.

“Going somewhere?” he rumbled.

A blade sank into my shoulder blade. I twisted and kicked the knife-man off my back. The big guy grabbed me by the shoulders. I wriggled out of his grasp, and danced away…only to find myself surrounded. Even the bird-man had now joined the group, vines still dangling from his wrists, flat gray eyes simmering with fury.

“Six against one?” I said. “Now, that’s hardly fair. Tell you what, you guys pick a champion, and the rest of you just sit back—”