She felt the breeze touching her heated skin and sighed heavily knowing that she wasn’t really mad at Nighthawk… and it was probably best that he didn’t show himself right now. Wanting the breeze to stop touching her, she slammed her power outward hoping it would take the sensual caress with it.
Nighthawk held himself rigid, feeling her hunger calling to him as he watched her pitch her dangerous little fit. If she wanted to act like a child, then she would suffer the consequence.
At first, her necromancy swept through the area she had already cleaned, encountering nothing. But it then swept out a good distance into the cemetery, brushing over more souls searching for their way home. Nighthawk could tell she was at least attempting to control the outflow when she latched on to the same am
