Author's Note: This little tidbit takes place after chapter 11; i didn't want to leave it out completely, but it didn't feel right putting it at the end of that chap, so i leave it here for you all to enjoy : )
"Let him go," Crehador ordered as he walked towards the doctor and his adversary. "The Card Master will be less than pleased if both of you are dead."
Jizabel withdrew the scalpel blade from Riff's throat, but then the magician struck the blonde on the back of the head, knocking him unconscious for a second time. He caught the limp body in his arms, and gave it to a pair of servants standing near-by. He looked back to the doctor who took out a kerchief to wipe his cheek and both men regarded each other with mutual disdain.
"Your actions, or lack thereof, will not go unpunished, Crehador."
"I know. And I don't intend to beg for his forgiveness."
"Good, because you won't receive it," Alexis responded from the shadows as he appeared from behind one of the pillars. His demon like eyes fixed themselves onto their prey, and the magician knew that it was all over.