How to Dance an Undead Waltz (The Beginner's Guide to Necromancy Book 4) by Hailey Edwards

Author:Hailey Edwards [Edwards, Hailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-21T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

I rocketed toward consciousness with the taste of blood in my mouth and a bone-deep case of the chills I couldn’t banish. Unlike most evenings, I skipped my wake-up routine in favor of padding down the hall. I knocked on Linus’s door even though it stood open but didn’t wait for an invitation when I noticed he was dressed before shuffling over and flopping facedown on the bed next to where he sat, bent over, tying his shoes.

“I remembered something,” I mumbled through the comforter stuffing my nose and mouth.

His easy motions stilled. “From the dream?”

“Yes.”

Cool fingers brushed my shoulder, and the mattress shifted with him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to say.” I squirmed closer, preferring his chill to the cold from my dream. “I’ve always suspected I was dreaming about the night Maud died. I don’t know if it’s a memory or a nightmare, but it’s changing. I see more. That must be it, because I’m sleeping longer. Parts of it are sticking with me. Impressions mostly.” I peeked up at him. “This time I remember someone being there with me.”

“It might be a suppressed memory.” He stroked my hair where it fanned over my arm. “It’s a good sign that you’re recalling more of the details in either case.”

The implications were huge. “There might be a witness.”

Laser-focused on my hair, the way the strands slid through his fingers, he agreed, “There might be.”

The temptation to lean into his touch had me craning my neck. “I shouldn’t have invited myself in.”

“The door was open.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

Embarrassed I hadn’t thought to ask sooner, I gave him a thorough once-over. “How are you feeling?

“Healed.” He twined a wavy length of my hair around his finger. “You purged me quicker this time.”

I warmed beneath his praise, banishing the dream’s icy tendrils. “I would say practice makes perfect, but I really don’t want to go through that again.”

“I would prefer not to give you another occasion to practice your skills, either.”

Sitting upright tugged my hair from his fingers. “Are we still on for collecting your supplies?”

“Yes.” He returned to tying his shoes. “We don’t have much time left. Two days.”

“That’s fast.” I whistled. “Why the rush?”

“The candidate has terminal ovarian cancer.” He stood and straightened his clothes. “I understand the clan’s urgency. The time allotted ought to have allowed me to gather materials and prepare the space, but last night cost me. As it is, we must finish our collections and begin preparations at dusk tomorrow.”

“I’ll get dressed.” I rolled off the bed onto my feet. “Meet you downstairs for breakfast?”

He shot me a quizzical look. “Of course.”

Smiling, I walked three doors down and pulled on jeans, a tee and sneakers.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I twisted my hair up on top of my head.

Woolly made a questioning sound through her vents as I passed the nearest one.

“What? Am I not entitled to be in a good mood this early?”

The ticking noise she made warned me she had known me and my habits since childhood.

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