Twenty-Four
There was nothing in the world quite like the taste of a Necromancer. For Lorelei, she had realized how the taste deeply affected her when she had met Alisyn Nightingale for the first time. She had found the Witch when she had been seeking out a Witch powerful enough to help her control the wild, magical leyline that Glasskeep sat on. When she had found Alisyn, the Witch had been locked in a dungeon, her wrists and legs bound with shackles with anti-magic sigils on them. So it had made sense to Lorelei why she could feel this Witch’s power—strong, potent, and raw—but the Witch could not use such power. “How fascinating,” she had said, tilting her head to one side. She would have liked to bend and look at the Witch more closely, but the dresses of that time prevented such actions. “A Witc
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