I groaned as I sat up and tried to work out the kink in my neck. “What time is it? Why’d you let me sleep?” Leslie yawned. “I don’t know. They really need a window in here. It’s like time doesn’t exist in this room.” “It’s after eight,” Frost said, not looking a bit sleepy. “How is it possible you aren’t tired? Do necromancers secrete caffeine?” I took a drink of my cold coffee, hoping it would get the horrible dryness out of my mouth. She shrugged. “Sometimes when I’m chasing a bounty I’m up for a couple days at a time, then I crash. I guess I’m used to it.” She stretched her arms after she double-checked no one was near her, despite the fact she was still wearing her gloves. “So what’s our new plan? I’m working on the spell to take Jessica’s magic, but how will we cast it without Selene’s help?” “How many witches does it take to send a soul to hell?
