“I said, quit your bullshit. I told you a necromancer had been sensed, and when I mentioned it the other day, you didn’t think to mention you knew who.” He cocks a brow, glaring at his son, while all I can do is gape at him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The silence extends between them, consuming the room for what feels like an eternity until Zane sighs. “It’s not my story to tell.” He’s not doing this right now, right? Handing me over so effortlessly. I’m fucked. “You’re right, it’s not, and you better keep your mouth shut. This information in the wrong hands would… fuck.”
I fear this may not end well.
