Necromancer's Control (Trix SinClara) Read Free

She’d caught the undertones to my no nchalant statement. It made me hope that maybe she would do better than I’d expected in the strange world I inhabited. Leaning back against the desk, I was glad that the energy from it had subsided to a faint tingle. It felt quite nice really; warming against the cold of the rest of the stone room.
    “Now, w hat are you planning to try next?” I asked the man. “For that matter, why don’t we start with your name? That way when I find the witch you answer to I can be sure to tell him how long it took you to tell me his name.” I inspected my nails while carefully allowing a small show of power. Witches tend to be jumpy around necros and I planned to take full advantage.
    “Edward. My name is Edward.” He edged back around the desk and sat down, waving me away from leaning on it as he went.
    “Alright the n, Edward. Why don’t you start by telling me how you aren’t pissing off the Covenant?”
    “We’re selling spells mostly. With some dealings in blood and energy and some in cash. That’s it, I swear. No bodies on the road. Carlo was a wildcard and most of us down here aren’t stupid enough to draw that kind of attention. Now, are you planning to leave or are you going to scare off all my customers?” Edward had transitioned to sitting ramrod straight in his chair and glaring at me. I smiled at him.
    “Was that so hard? I still want to know who’s running the place but I’m not unreasonable. Let me know if anyone wants a raising.” Ali raised her eyebrows at that one but I just winked at her when Edward wouldn’t see. He nodded once and waved us away. I could hear people coming down the steps outside very slowly. They seemed to be pausing every few moments. If this lot weren’t careful they’d scare their own clientele away with those stupid symbols on the walls. Although maybe the symbols were a sign that the kind of spells they were selling weren’t as small fish as they wanted us to believe.
    I let my own power wash through me as I left the stone room. Ali trailed just behind me, trusting me to deal with any trouble and know that there was nothing behind us. My copper curls fell blood red around me as the magic took hold and I knew my usually grey eyes would be almost entirely white. Ali had said it looked like I was glowing softly when my power was upon me. I couldn’t see well enough to check.
    The pair of men coming down the stairs did a double take when they saw me and stopped a couple of steps from the bottom. I just stood there and brought Ali around to walk as we did when she led me. The white eyes tended to make people think of blindness and assume that I couldn’t see anything at all. With some of the magic-obsessed humans that had a peculiar effect. I’d had more than one assume I was some kind of seer.
    We left the Lowers after our less than informative introduction. I let my power fade from me and regained what little normal vision I had. The small witch-light I’d given Ali actually gave the perfect kind of light to see by but I was still wary about losing our night vision. Or Ali’s night vision anyway. The alleyways were pitch black to my eyes and I wouldn’t have seen my hand in front of my face.

The real trouble didn’t start until we were well away from the Lowers. A small ping was all the warning we got before a chunk of the alley behind us chipped off. Men appeared at the edge of our little sphere of light. My witch-light had made us into a very visible target. I felt Ali’s hand tighten on my arm where she led me but kept my eyes forwards as if I really were totally blind.
    “Well, well, well. The little nightwalker and her blood donor.” The man stepped directly in front of us with a gun highly visible in his hand. The next man actually had it pointed at me, the one after stepped in and held another one to Ali’s head. “Stay very still.”
    “Not a problem, ” Ali muttered. I almost smiled.
    “Be quiet.”
    “Yes sir,”