CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The dead jinn flew up the stairs.
Adnan’s g**g flashed visible for the first time all night, shouting at him to come back.
Adnan snatched my flashlight and shone it after his comrades.
“Why’s he running?” I asked Rowena, out of breath.
“I don't know,” she said. “That's what I can’t figure out.”
“Can you reestablish your mental link?” I asked, jumping over a broken step and doing my best to ignore the explosion in my knees when I landed. “It should obey you.”
“I'm willing it to come to me now, but it's not working.”
Didn't make sense. Necromancy was akin to s*****y. Bo was technically my slave, and if I wanted to, I could control his every action. That Rowena couldn't bothered me, told me just how inexperienced and foolish she was.
Adnan and his g**g continued ye
