Ward Against Darkness (Chronicles Of A Reluctant Necromancer) - Plot & Excerpts
She wasn’t blinded in full sunlight, she didn’t need to eat souls to survive, and she wasn’t faster or stronger. She drew the dagger hidden in the front of her bodice and pricked her finger. Blood welled, beading on the pad. She sucked it away and watched the blood well again. She didn’t heal like Val, either. But she’d been dead and now she wasn’t. That meant, regardless of what Ward believed, he possessed great power. Which didn’t make him or his plan any less crazy. The more she thought about it, the less she liked it, particularly since it involved Allette. That Allette was a vesperitti made everything more complicated. She hated knowing Ward was being manipulated. It didn’t matter that she’d manipulated him first—she was trying to atone by saving him, even if he made it next to impossible to achieve. Celia left her room and asked the servant to take her to the breakfast parlor.
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