Page 3 of Amethyst and Iron
“Am I now?”
He moved up close and, in that moment I felt something more than just his magical species. With all the magic and wealth of supernatural beings crowded into the club, I hadn’t noticed it before.
Something twisted.
Depraved.
Black magic.
I snagged his arm, searching deeper.
Not his… he’d just been touched by it through unwanted proximity.
“You’re picking up on it, yes?”
I scented him through my necromantic abilities.
And all I could smell and taste was ashes.
The mark of death.
A great deal of it.
“What’s happened?”
“It’s… they… they came. I managed to get out, but they’re not done. They’re going to take them all.”
“Where?”
“I’m Reese. I belong to the Glasswake Settlement.”
It was a small, but growing community of mixed factions and different supernatural beings living in harmony. One of many that had been developing and spreading over the last decade or so.
“They’re raising the—”
“Quiet.” I gestured around. “Not here.”
I already knew what he meant.
These enemies, attackers… they were raising the dead.
And that was something only a necromancer could handle.
At least without horrific repercussions.
I pushed off my stool. “Outside. Give me the specifics.”
I didn’t know him for shit.
As if I’d go in off his word, and completely fucking blind.
But I also couldn’t ignore it.
Not something of this magnitude.
Not something that required my specific power and abilities.
Hell, it was the foundational reason that I’d immersed myself in this line of work.
