Special Chapter

Tommy was blissfully sleeping inside his house with Henrietta nestled against his shoulder, snuffling and smiling in her sleep. But when an ice-cold wave came over them, both had to rise up, their peace disturbed.

That wind was something they could never hide or shield themselves from; it was a death wind, and it brought cold from the grave, making him feel as if he were in a coffin.

Even dead men could wake up after feeling something like that...and sometimes, they did.

“What!”

The darkness in the room grew thicker and took on Martha’s shape, smiling with her mouth full of shark teeth.

“It’s me, Tom. Martha.”

Instantly, Tommy was relieved. He had seen that many times before.

No big deal, Alex had pulled stunts much worse than that. When you live with necromancers, do as necromancers do.

“What’s wrong?”

“Treason. Take your wife and hide, I will warn the Morinars, so...try to get to Torrin. You are the most vulnerable of us all.”

“How’s Alex?”

“Alive.”

Tommy breathed out.

“Good. But wh