Chapter Twenty-Five
The necromancer’s words slotted together like pieces of a puzzle. Meikah stared at him. “I can’t die?”
“Your body can, but who wants to be stuck as a spirit?”
Meikah shuddered. She didn’t want to be like Amiel. “I thought-” She didn’t know what she’d thought, but it certainly wasn’t this.
“None of the spirits in town belong to you?” Kellan asked.
“Not this time.” The necromancer grinned mirthlessly. “But if you come against my parents again I’ll make sure there’s a spirit in every direction you turn. Ones out for your blood.”
“If your parents continue to throw innocent people onto the streets we will continue to come after them,” Kellan said.
“The plans said they’d be relocated to a different neighbourhood,” the woman protested.
The necromancer half turned to he
