“Plague dead?” muttered Balthazar. “Decades buried?” Alex grabbed him by the shirt. “You’re saying you can’t do it?” “They’ll be too old.” The magician squeezed his eyes shut. “They’ll be too deep!” “Too deep?” Alex dragged him close, giving him a savage shake. “Who does this bitch think she is?” His jaw clenched. “That she can get the better of Balthazar Sham Ivam Draxi?” His nostrils flared. “The best necromancer in Europe?” His eyes snapped open. “Above a giant fucking tomb?” He slapped her hands away. “I … think … not.”
