Chapter 2
The entity is in the form it thinks I like, that of a well-dressed man. And while it’s true that Malcolm is almost always well-dressed, that’s not the reason I like him. I’d like—I’d love—him no matter what he wore, even torn flannel and frayed jeans.
Would you, my dear? Would you really?
I scowl in the entity’s general direction, but then turn my mind’s eye toward Malcolm in torn flannel and frayed jeans. I try to bite back a smile, but it’s no use.
I would very much like Malcolm in torn flannel and frayed jeans.
So predictable. It’s always the pretty ones who get all the attention.
I ignore that. “What are you doing here?”
The entity spreads its arms wide. I can’t visit my necromancer?
“I didn’t invoke you.”
True, but I think I mentioned that you don’t necessarily need
