Book: The Second Rising
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: TBD
Noah rested his hand on my shoulder and the spark of energy from him that I’ve grown accustomed to, snaked through me in a calming manner. “Mrs. St. Ange, this is the necromancer I was telling you about.”
I held out my hand only to be offered a few fingers in return. A weak handshake. I hated those.
“And she can be discrete?” the man next to Mrs. St. Ange asked Noah, completely ignoring me.
“Of course,” I answered for myself. “Just as much as I expect your complete silence.”
Noah made a small sound that could have been called a laugh. Not sure what that meant, I did my best to ignore him and focus on the two humans standing in front of me.
The man nodded and ushered the woman up the path and toward a particular grave. Noah and I hung back, giving them a chance to get out of earshot.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked him, clutching my bag to my chest and trying to ignore the coldness seeping into my bones.
Noah chuckled. “Raise the dead, my little necromancer.”I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. His cheeks dimpled with amusement and I couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks,” I mumbled.