CHAPTER TEN
What do you get when you mix a necromancer, an undead servant, a lich, an octogenarian apothecary, a little coupe, and a vial of bitter poison?
Heartburn.
We were a ragtag crew driving to Joyner’s house a few blocks away from Soulard Market.
We rode in silence. I let Joyner have the front seat. CeCe and I rode in the back. CeCe nursed her wounded hand. The sinewy tendons in her wrist were showing. Thank God liches self-generate. In a few hours, it would be like the wolf never bit her.
I was shaken up from the shadowcraft. Joyner was too. I had no idea what the hell CeCe was thinking.
As for Bo, well—I’m pretty sure if this coupe were a person, he would’ve murdered it by now. Joyner complained about the heater not blowing hot enough and Bo fiddled with the dials all the wa
