CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“I finally get to meet the pretty lady I’ve heard so much about,” Bo said. “This is gonna be a real pleasure, Lester.”
I laughed. It was a real pleasure for me too.
For seven years, I swore off necromancy and said that I would never touch the dark arts again.
My wife, Amira, or Am as I called her, made the ultimate sacrifice, one I did not ask her to make.
She was the reason I became a necromancer. Have you ever loved someone so much that even the thought of losing them struck your heart out?
Amira was my second wife and the only person who made me believe in love. When we got her second cancer diagnosis, I cursed the world. I cursed God. I said, “Not in my house.” Most people would have read up on science and cancer treatments. I swore that I would bend the universe
