I had my sword ready, but it seemed comically useless. At least I supposed I could grab onto one of Egrette’s soldiers and suck the life out of them with my wraith touch if I really had to. The thought struck me with an unpleasantly visceral delight that instantly made me feel dirty. The idea of touching skin, using that warmth to drag myself closer to the mortal world, felt more tempting than blood after starvation.
