The Necromancer's Betrayal (The Final Formula Series, Book 2.5)

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Author: Becca Andre
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missed it if she had blinked. James vanished, and in his place stood a huge black dog, familiar glowing eyes focused on her.
    “Shit!” Elysia cried. “He’s a dog!”
    “He’s a grim,” Grams said, between gales of laughter.
    Elysia stared into green eyes that were almost on level with her own. “A what?”
    “A grim. The culmination of the necromantic arts. A conglomeration of human and hellhound.”
    “H-hellhound?”
    “My dear, he is the Holy Grail. Bring him to me.”
    James growled, soft and low. He lifted his black lips exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
    Elysia took a hasty step back. “I, I have to work,” she said into the phone. The excuse came easily, her attention on the massive canine before her.
    “This is more important. You don’t understand what you have there, what it means to us.”
    Ah yes, time to play the Family card. Elysia, the Family’s brightest hope, was letting everyone down again.
    “Nor do you understand the danger.”
    “He’s dangerous?”
    “He has the ability to rip the soul from the living.”
    “What—” She cut off the question as he took a step toward her. “Stop!”
    James stopped and snarled softly.
    “Elysia?” Grams sounded worried.
    “I’m fine. He still obeys me.”
    “Hades’s Blood,” Grams muttered. “If you don’t come here, I’ll come there. Do you want your friends to see your weird necro grandma?”
    Well, no. “Fine, but I don’t see why you can’t wait until Sunday.” That was her day off.
    “Today, Elysia.” The line went dead.
    Elysia hung up, and looked down at the huge black dog. “Grams. Any wonder why I left home?”
    He growled and she took another step away from him.
    “Change back.” She could handle the man.
    A flash of darkness and James stood before her. He looked the same, except his dark hair was tousled, his green eyes still glowed… and he was completely naked.
    Something like a squeak escaped her throat as he took her by the shoulders and pressed her against the wall.
    “You didn’t know what I was,” he whispered.
    “I still don’t.”
    “Then why did you bind me?” His grip tightened on her shoulders.
    Her breath caught as she felt the sharp edge of… claws through the fabric of her sweatshirt. “I, I thought you had been created for nefarious purposes or maybe to draw me out.”
    “Draw you out?”
    “Necromancers can be… territorial.” She tried to shrug, but couldn’t under his hold. “You’re a hellhound?” she asked, not sure she believed Grams.
    “I’m a grim.” He spoke the words between clenched teeth. “You know, the Holy Grail of dead things.”
    Damn, he had some seriously good hearing. She studied him. He was clearly pissed, but his grip didn’t hurt her. Was he as dangerous as Grams believed? Or did the soul bond she had tied him with keep him in check?
    “What?” he asked. “Pondering what to do with your prize?”
    “No.” It was her turn to frown. “Who Made you?”
    “I was born this way.”
    “How can you be born dead?”
    “How can you be this clueless?”
    “Well excuse me if this topic never came up in my necromancy classes.”
    He lifted a dark brow. “You took classes?”
    She almost laughed. “Of course not.” She pressed her hands to his chest, attempting to push him away. Warm skin over solid muscle met her palms. Startled, she pulled her hands away. “Why are you warm?” She couldn’t get over that.
    “Actually, I’m finding it a bit drafty.”
    Heat rose in her cheeks. “You know what I mean. You’re dead. You should be cold.”
    “God, I’ve been bound by the world’s most inept necromancer. How humiliating.”
    “Release me.”
    He jerked his hands away as if burned. “Forgive me, Mistress.” He held up his hands and took a step back.
    Her blush deepened. “What happened to your clothes?”
    “You commanded me to change without removing them. Poof. And thanks. There went my wallet, along with my IDs, credit cards…”
    She

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