Chapter Eleven
"He's never going to fall for it," Tabitha muttered, even as she thrummed through her phone to try and find the right number.
"You'll be surprised what extremists believe," Rick returned.
She frowned, unsure what to make of the term in regards to other necromancers. While she'd never considered it before, part of it did make sense. They were trying to further an agenda that would change the face of necromancer life for good. And not one that would change it for the better.
"Fine." She pressed the call button and waited as it rang through.
"I didn't think I'd be hearing from you," Christian said the moment he picked up.
"We're necromancers. Death is but an obstacle," she responded, thinking back to all the times she'd heard that phrase with distaste. She wasn't too sure
