CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Troxiel will wish he had never disrupted my plans,” Natkaal said.
“You three need to negotiate a truce,” I said. “This is getting old.”
“Who needs truces when thrice curses will do?” Natkaal asked. “Necromancer, you will help me get around this.”
I stood and broke the magic circle with my foot by scuffing the outer circle. I wobbled a little and needed to sit down.
“Your feud is not my problem,” I said.
“If it weren’t for you, Elziel wouldn’t have triggered a molting season and we wouldn’t have made a blank check,” Natkaal said.
“Don’t put this on me,” I said. “You have everything planned out. You didn’t plan for the dynamic duo?”
“There’s always something unexpected,” Natkaal said. “You of all humans should know that. But we have the advantage.”
Natkaal scurried
