The Necromancer's Redemption by Mimi Sebastian

Author:Mimi Sebastian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BelleBooks Inc.
Published: 2015-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

THE FOLLOWING evening, I stepped into the vamp club and smiled at the sounds of Sneaker Pimps throbbing from the DJ’s mixing table. The previous Master Vampire, Dominic, had been more of a techno purist and had never played Sneaker Pimp’s more atmospheric blend of electronica, but Dominic was dead and the new lord of the club, Lysander, had more eclectic tastes, which included my blood.

After announcing my plans to exchange blood with Lysander before going after Naala, Ewan had lashed out, demanding I stop the blood exchange. Xavier had also chimed in, adding how we might want the vamps vulnerable to my zombie-making power. I ignored Xavier and told Ewan in my most tepid tone that I was not screwing Lysander and that I’d gladly trade the duty of exchanging blood with another necromancer capable of turning vampires into zombies. But there wasn’t such a necromancer. And regardless of Ewan and Xavier’s wishes, I had to tell Lysander about what had occurred in Colma. While I’d decided to don the demon skin, I wasn’t going to adhere to their misguided propensity towards secrecy. If things in the demon realm went south, he had to know about the hell zombies. So did Kara.

I’d tried to contact her, unsuccessfully, setting my worry gears churning. She was going after Adam’s spell book by perpetrating a Mission Impossible-esque tarot card rescue. I hoped Sybil didn’t catch her in the act. Shit. Jax wasn’t around to tell me if he’d heard from her. And it wasn’t as if I could go knocking down the coven doors after her. I’d have to wait until after my excursion to the vamp club.

When the vamps had insisted on the blood exchange, I’d dreaded it. Now I looked forward to those moments with Lysander. No one knew how many blood swaps it would take for the vamps to achieve immunity to my power and I had no clue how we’d test it. I’m pretty sure no vamp was going to volunteer as guinea pig. When the time came, I wouldn’t miss drinking Lysander’s blood, which, despite popular fiction, tasted like a nasty, metallic, milk of magma shake. Ly used his vampire influence to keep me from gagging and vomiting his blood all over him. So, yes, no longer having to suck on his blood would definitely be a good thing. But we’d lose the excuse to spend time together without others questioning our loyalties—the vampires questioning why he would associate with the necromancer who had the power to kill vampires, and demons questioning why the demon necromancer would associate with the race that tried to wipe them out. It wasn’t quite a Romeo and Juliet scenario because we hadn’t, nor ever would, declare our undying love for each other. Our relationship had come to a skidding halt before it had ever gotten any real traction.

My growing intimacy with Ewan was confusing things even more. We’d achieved a tepid trust and I’d come to depend on his stability. And Ewan had been right.

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