CHAPTER SIX
You probably thought I was having a bad night.
Well, you haven't lived until you've been on the verge of death and had two liches negotiating over your soul.
I was lying there, shivering and sweating at the same time. My veins were burning. My arm was throbbing. Halgeron’s and CeCe’s voices sounded far away, as if I were dreaming them underwater.
I was about to drift away any second, and they just sat there, having an intellectual conversation. This was exactly the kind of crap liches did—they had no sense of urgency in matters of life and death.
“He's a second-rate necromancer, Cecilia,” Halgeron said dismissively. “And he owes me. Why would you want to offer him help?”
CeCe stood far below, like a speck of dust on the ground. Most liches would have cowered in Halgeron’s
