CHAPTER TEN
In the supernatural world, there’s an acronym that I’m not fond of: TANSTAARWOS. And no, it’s not a planet from Star Wars.
It means “there ain’t no such thing as a rendezvous without strings.” Whenever two supernatural beings meet on uneven terms, one of them gets screwed. Boy, did I feel like I was getting bent over now.
“You cursed me,” I told the voice. “Why didn’t I see that coming?”
“Save us, necromancer, and we just might owe you an honest favor,” the voice said, drifting away. “Wake up and open your eyes, Lester.”
Something catapulted me upward through the b****y darkness.
I opened my eyes.
Warm, humid air filled my lungs.
Ant’ny’s face hovered over mine. His voice was distant at first. He shook me.
“Lester, dawg, wake up!”
I bolted up. In the grass next to me,
