Chapter 10
“We don’t need you to proceed.” Orson steps forward, but Reginald halts his progress with the mere lift of one finger.
“We need a quorum. There is only one other necromancer in the area who could provide that.”
“Darien Armand is no longer part of the Midwest region,” Orson counters.
“As you say. Also, his connection to these proceedings may be too personal for him to be unbiased.” Reginald inclines his head toward Prescott. “We welcome you, Prescott Jones.”
“I doubt that,” Prescott mutters, but I’m the only one who hears. “Orson’s grudges are never pretty. Explains the manhandling.”
Yes—I cast a quick glance at Malcolm—quite literally.
“Here,” Prescott continues, louder now. “Let me help you to your spot.” Under his breath, he adds, “In a moment, they’ll transfer the full
