CHAPTER TWELVE
I didn’t know what monstrosity had stomped into the bedroom, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out.
I opened my mouth to send Natkaal back to the spirit world, but the grasshopper demon slapped the ceiling.
“No, you will not send me back!” he cried.
“Natkaal, you won’t be able to cash your blank check if I’m dead,” I said.
The house shook. The screech ripped through the house again, knocking a picture frame off the wall. My stomach lurched and my vision narrowed.
“Cut me loose from this magic circle and I’ll help you,” Natkaal said.
I stared at him, slack-jawed. “Let you out of a magic circle? Again? Sheeeeet…”
There was an unwritten rule in necromancy: don’t break magic circles. You never want to let what’s in the circle out. For starters, it might kill you.
