“I was just surprised you had friends, that’s all.” “Why?” A wave of Merrick’s magic wove its way through the room, but she couldn’t stop another laugh from bubbling up. “I don’t know… Because you’re not very friendly?” He seemed to vibrate from the rumbling in his chest, and the air shifted again, thickening with whispers. “Sorry, sorry!” Lessia grimaced. “Maybe it’s just with me you’re not very friendly.” And he was literally called the Death Whisperer, not the most warm and fuzzy nickname.
