CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Now, keep in mind that Natkaal’s blood is in my veins.
If he dies, I die.
If the Steverson Sisters succeeded in killing him, I’d be on a one-way trip to the spirit world. Naturally, I needed Natkaal to stay up to his usual mischievous antics without getting killed. I didn’t like this sacrificial artifact crap at all.
We could trace the blame all the way back to Fiona Grimsby, the vampire who took Natkaal’s blood and put it in me to save my life, for her own devious reasons. If I had known the long-term consequences, I would have opted for the spirit world. Wherever Fiona was, I bet she would have gotten some sick enjoyment from this.
Natkaal stood on the tree branch and stretched.
“Now you know the full story, necromancer,” Natkaal said. “Are you happy now?”
“No
