CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The Necromantress knew that she was being followed. She had known, in fact, that she was being followed for hours or at least since she left Golden City a week ago.
Standing in the streets of Holdings—a mid-sized city to the southeast of Golden City—the Necromantress stopped on the front porch of the apothecary she had just exited from, a paper bag of dark magic ingredients in her hand. She had seen a shadow in the alleyway to the right, the shadow of a tall man, but only for a moment before it retreated. The Necromantress would have dismissed it as just her own imagination under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances.
Ever since leaving Golden City, the Necromantress had tried to hide her tracks. She didn’t want the police following her, or De
