The demand for sorcerer killers was only getting higher, but luckily Shiu had an easy fix for his part of the business: find someone in need of money and competent and boom, job's done.

Though with every client there was one question that kept popping up: "What about that one?"

They were referring to you.

"No," Shiu would exhale a plume of smoke, crossing his ankle over his knee with his arm wrapped around your waist leisurely. "This one's with me; personal property—bodyguard if you will."