Stalked by Death

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Most people didn’t spend every waking minute thinking about death, but when most of your day consisted of raising corpses, what else could you really focus on? The guy in front of me was vicious. His skin hung off his bones, and he looked like he was ready to tear me to pieces. Sure, I’d raised him from the depths of Hell, but I would’ve thought the guy would welcome a break from eternal torture.

“See, the second you raise them, they’ll come right at you.” I stared the guy down, not taking my focus off him for a second. The last thing I wanted was to lose control of the soul and have it attack me—or worse, poor Leticia, who still wasn’t used to her necromancer powers. She cowered behind Randy, peeking one eye out at the corpse.

“Have a command ready, because if you give the soul time to turn on you, it will.” The guy reached for me, but I was already mixing my blood in my veins, letting my Gorgon blood do its magic. I locked eyes with the corpse. “Don’t move.” He froze, his bony fingers extended toward my neck. His eyes showed nothing but hatred for me.

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