“Sure. You still think Owen Campbell is the key to understanding what’s going on?”
She glanced at the TV, which now flashed sports scores while cradling her cheek in one hand. He noticed the delicate bones of her wrist—so fragile. She said, “He’s the only lead I’ve got…the only person alive who played a part in me getting run through with a sword, but I agree that he’s dangerous. He was involved in Jen’s hex, but it’s unclear if Owen cast it or his fiancée.”
“The necromancer isn’t dead.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I don’t believe she’s dead. Confronting either of them is a bad idea. They may not know where you are, but once they do, they’ll come after you if you’re important to their plans.”
“I’m not sure I have time for a wait-and-see approach.”
“You don’t need to find them. They’ll find you.”
“Within the next few days?”
“Probably.”
“Sounds like a reunion. Can’t wait.” She pushed her silverware around. “Maybe Lola wasn’t talking about me. Maybe she meant you.”
Damn it, he thought so too.