Chapter Thirteen
The zombie stumbled about, not looking as if it was doing anything in particular. Whoever was controlling it wasn't doing a particularly good job. Though she supposed that was an easy judgement to make when she'd never raised anyone from the dead properly. She'd talked to the dead, and done a lot of the other things necromancers were capable of, but raising them to create beings that moved around of their own accord wasn't one of them. That was fairly typical for most necromancers. It was a messy process and one that took a lot of power for ultimately disappointing results.
"Do you want to cast the spell, or should I?" Darius asked.
"I can do it." She had no problem using her powers, even after they'd been used against her. Likely because she'd had them her entire life.
