The moment Arthur opens the door, the necromancer whips his head around and leaps to his feet. “Where the fuck were you?” Shae snaps. There’s something almost funny about the skinny necromancer trying to menace him, like a kitten with his fur bristling. Arthur sets the tray on the table. “Just grabbing breakfast. You looked like you could use some extra sleep.” The way Shae hisses at him does nothing to dispel the impression of an angry kitten. He stalks up and jabs his finger into Arthur’s chest. “I told you to wake me up. I didn’t hire you to disappear on me.” Arthur takes a deep breath.
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