Nat Russo books

Necromancer Awakening

When he sat up, Mujahid was standing in the doorway more than ten feet away.“How did you do that?” “Like this,” Mujahid said. His eyes glowed and another invisible slap hit Nicolas.“Hey—”“It was a hand on your face or a boot up your arse. I chose the one I thought you’d prefer.”“Real nice.” “You ...