The Necromancer's Dance by SJ Himes

Author:SJ Himes [Himes, SJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Hunters, Gay, love, pack, Family, Romance, mates, erotic, Drama
Publisher: SJ Himes
Published: 2016-02-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Felonious Conversations

Angel pulled his bag off his shoulder, dropping it at his feet and crouching next to it. He pulled out a foot-long black-and-green malachite-gripped athame and braided black leather rope, and a small red pot, the clay soaked in ocher and sealed with red wax.

Angel moved his bag out of the way and stood, and he handed the jar to Simeon, who took it with a raised brow and no questions. Angel tossed the ropes on the body in front of him, and yanked the sheet away totally, letting it flutter to the floor.

“He hasn’t been autopsied yet,” Angel said, aghast. It was over the twenty-four-hour time limit placed on deceased practitioners—August should be sown up and prepared for the crematorium by now. Fresh anger coiled in his core, and Angel let out a soft snarl that made Simeon blink at him in surprise. “I think it’s obvious the police couldn’t give a shit about August now that they know who he is. A Salvatore ally, no matter how far removed, gets no consideration in this town. Add this to the fact that the police never came by with the picture of the summoner’s face they supposedly got from the statehouse cameras. Someone is trying really hard to set me up to die.”

Angel was so mad his fingers ached where they held the stone and metal grip of his athame, the hard ridges digging into his palm and the underside of his fingers. The long, wavy watered steel blade shimmered in the pale light, its latent power responding to his emotions. He set the blade down carefully on the metal slab, making sure not to touch the corpse before closing his eyes and breathing in deep, trying to find his calm, his center. This was not combative magic, fueled by emotions—this was pure high sorcery, and while he had the strength to do this spell without the artifacts and rites, to do so he would need to open the veil, and alert any practitioner within a block to his presence. To do magic at this high level without veil-sourced power meant Angel needed the artifacts to both give him supplemental energy for the working and provide anchors for the spell. He would be providing most of the power for the resurrection, along with maintaining the fog spell. He would be useless once done.

It was a good thing Simeon came along after all. Angel grinned, somehow the thought of the vampire carting his limp and exhausted ass home after draining himself to passing out making him want to laugh. Angel opened his eyes, and held his hands out in front of him, over the body.

Angel called to his hellfire, the green flames snapping and writhing to life around his hands, up to his wrists, his gloves remaining untouched and whole. Angel kept his breathing slow and measured, and picked up the coiled leather rope, the black leather supple and smooth. The leather resisted the hellfire, treated by spells to remain intact just as his gloves were until a major working was completed and Angel let it burn.

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