I sat heavily on the ground as I waited for Kisten to return, shifting on the uncomfortable rocks. He had just disappeared into the canopy of leaves above me and I sighed, my thoughts turning back to the Grimm and how I had killed them. I hadn’t even noticed them consciously, but I must have sensed them somehow, causing my power to react on its own to protect me. But to touch the living…
“Sis?” I ventured, reaching to my locket, but only receiving searing heat and a wave of annoyance in response. I glanced up the cliff for Kisten and, failing to notice him, I attempted to summon my necromancy, hoping to lessen my sister’s anger.
The power refused to rise at first, struggling like an upset pet on a leash. I frowned, closing my eyes as I focused on trying to find the nearest dead body. My
