She looked around in confusion. Where was she? A hotel room? It resembled a hotel room with the two side-by-side beds separated by a nightstand, across from a TV sitting on a dresser. “Morning, sleeping beauty,” Teaghan said from the doorway. He tossed a small pouch her way. “That’s your half.” She caught it and pulled it open, revealing the various jewels within—the usual form of payment for rogue kills. Vampires had lived long enough to see monetary systems come and go. They didn’t trust them. All their transactions were in jewels and precious metals. “Half?” She looked up at Teaghan, who sat on the other bed. “I thought necromancers got less than that.” It had always bothered her that a necromancer’s partner issued payment. Teaghan could have tossed her a couple dollars and she couldn’t complain. Or she could but no one would listen. A low wage kept her from retirement, which was in the campus’s best interest. “You did half the work, you get half the pay.
