Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies, #4)

by Morgan B. Lee

“Si. Hey, buddy. You in there?” He startles and scrambles away from me. “Nach ti’faieth!” “Gesundheit.” I crouch beside him, grabbing his blackened-finger hands to stop him before he can fling magic at me. “You’ve gotta stop. Your nose is bleeding again.”

I recognize some of those necromancers. They’re marked with vita lathantiem charms. What the fuck is a feet alot than TM charm? my dragon shifter asks. My gods, that was rough to listen to, Crypt cringes.