it would hurt me deep down. That knowing I might be on the trail of the same demon who'd taken my sister could possibly be a problem for me. It meant I was too close to the case. But who the hell was I supposed to pass the case on to? Not like I had a protégé hidden in one of the spare bedrooms.
Steph got up to go to the printer and gather all the files together while Drake came closer. "What are you going to do next? If that demon was able to follow you , you really need to be more careful with your projecting, and even with your jumps."
I met his eyes , steeling myself for the inevitable. "He wasn't a demon. And I'm going to need to see a necromancer."
"What? You are kidding me right?" Drake glared at me , then his eyes narrowed. "What was that thing then if it wasn't a demon?"
"He was undead. I'm guess a powerful sorcerer, strong enough to bring himself back from the dead. But he certainly didn't return to life with all his normal looks intact. He's one ugly mother, which is why he could easily be mistaken for a demon."
"And what do you need a necromancer for, pray tell?" His eyes were chips of darkness daring me to give an unsatisfactory answer. "What about Natasha? She did the wards for the house."
"Natasha is a white witch. A spiritual mage. She wouldn't touch this kind of magic even if her own life was in danger and it could save her." I shook my head. "There is only one person I can go to right now. I need a dark magician for the spell the demons cast around Samantha."
"Why do you need a dark magician for that?" asked Steph as she placed the files on the desk in front of me.
"Because the demons holding Samantha used a pentagram drawn in fresh blood. The sacrifices were of living things, not of nature. And by that I mean they used bones and blood as offerings for the spell. Nothing a white witch would want to work with." Drake was still shaking his head. And I did understand his hesitancy. Necromancers were dangerous. And you just never knew what they would want as payment .
"I still don't think a necromancer is a good idea." Drake folded his arms and glared at me. His wide stance typical of when he got all stubborn and insistent on me.
"Then where else am I supposed to go? You see any witches or alchemists around ready to help?" My questions were met with stiff silence as both Drake and Steph glared at me. "Okay, if it will make you two feel better I'll speak to Natasha and make sure she protects me. And maybe she will have some advice on the demons’ magic."
I said the words but I didn't have my heart in it , and from the dark look in his eyes I suspected Drake could tell. Even Steph was too quiet as she reseated herself and pulled her keyboard toward her. Despite their misgivings, they both knew what I was up against.
I had a kid in a demon plane trapped in a dark magic circle, an undead sorcerer on my trail and a bunch of missing persons with similarities to my sister's disappearance that I could not afford to ignore. Add that to my nemesis Fulbright , who was always on my ass and the probability of Omega investigating my cases alongside me, and I get a bunch of chips on my shoulder that certainly help give me the balls to go visit a necromancer.
And it wasn't like I had the luxury of putting it off either.
***
Chapter 11
"You aren't going anywhere without me," said Drake from behind my desk as I walked into the study. My bag hung over my shoulder, all my weapons where they were supposed to be. I was ready to go see the necromancer.
I raised an eyebrow and controlled my lips as they began to lift into a grin. Drake looked really serious but I didn't want to hurt his feelings by making him think I was making fun of him. I just said, "Playing the bodyguard now , are we?"
Drake rolled his eyes, the dark grey of them glinting. His mouth didn't turn up with a hint of a smile like it usually did. He was dead serious. "I'm coming and you don't have a say."
"You do know I can just jump and
Steph got up to go to the printer and gather all the files together while Drake came closer. "What are you going to do next? If that demon was able to follow you , you really need to be more careful with your projecting, and even with your jumps."
I met his eyes , steeling myself for the inevitable. "He wasn't a demon. And I'm going to need to see a necromancer."
"What? You are kidding me right?" Drake glared at me , then his eyes narrowed. "What was that thing then if it wasn't a demon?"
"He was undead. I'm guess a powerful sorcerer, strong enough to bring himself back from the dead. But he certainly didn't return to life with all his normal looks intact. He's one ugly mother, which is why he could easily be mistaken for a demon."
"And what do you need a necromancer for, pray tell?" His eyes were chips of darkness daring me to give an unsatisfactory answer. "What about Natasha? She did the wards for the house."
"Natasha is a white witch. A spiritual mage. She wouldn't touch this kind of magic even if her own life was in danger and it could save her." I shook my head. "There is only one person I can go to right now. I need a dark magician for the spell the demons cast around Samantha."
"Why do you need a dark magician for that?" asked Steph as she placed the files on the desk in front of me.
"Because the demons holding Samantha used a pentagram drawn in fresh blood. The sacrifices were of living things, not of nature. And by that I mean they used bones and blood as offerings for the spell. Nothing a white witch would want to work with." Drake was still shaking his head. And I did understand his hesitancy. Necromancers were dangerous. And you just never knew what they would want as payment .
"I still don't think a necromancer is a good idea." Drake folded his arms and glared at me. His wide stance typical of when he got all stubborn and insistent on me.
"Then where else am I supposed to go? You see any witches or alchemists around ready to help?" My questions were met with stiff silence as both Drake and Steph glared at me. "Okay, if it will make you two feel better I'll speak to Natasha and make sure she protects me. And maybe she will have some advice on the demons’ magic."
I said the words but I didn't have my heart in it , and from the dark look in his eyes I suspected Drake could tell. Even Steph was too quiet as she reseated herself and pulled her keyboard toward her. Despite their misgivings, they both knew what I was up against.
I had a kid in a demon plane trapped in a dark magic circle, an undead sorcerer on my trail and a bunch of missing persons with similarities to my sister's disappearance that I could not afford to ignore. Add that to my nemesis Fulbright , who was always on my ass and the probability of Omega investigating my cases alongside me, and I get a bunch of chips on my shoulder that certainly help give me the balls to go visit a necromancer.
And it wasn't like I had the luxury of putting it off either.
***
Chapter 11
"You aren't going anywhere without me," said Drake from behind my desk as I walked into the study. My bag hung over my shoulder, all my weapons where they were supposed to be. I was ready to go see the necromancer.
I raised an eyebrow and controlled my lips as they began to lift into a grin. Drake looked really serious but I didn't want to hurt his feelings by making him think I was making fun of him. I just said, "Playing the bodyguard now , are we?"
Drake rolled his eyes, the dark grey of them glinting. His mouth didn't turn up with a hint of a smile like it usually did. He was dead serious. "I'm coming and you don't have a say."
"You do know I can just jump and
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