Dreams of the Necromancer (Memento Mori #2)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

He smiled at her, almost shyly. There was such a dark deviousness in his eyes, but it was as though he was holding it back on a leash. Like he was afraid he was going to scare her away.

“It’s my pleasure, princess. I will wait for you until I turn to dust in my tomb or until the stars grow cold in the sky. Whichever comes first.”

If there was any magic in the world that could implode a man on sight from rage alone, just then would have been the moment Gideon summoned the ability to command it.

“I repeat—you’re sending us in after a lich in a cemetery.” He couldn’t help but raise his voice. “That’s like going after a serial bomber in a fireworks factory!”

She leaned against the wall and folded her arms across her chest. “Oh, goodie! Is it Freaky Lecture Time with Dr. Gideon Raithe, Spooktologist?” She only looked half annoyed. “No, no, no.” He grinned. “It’s Freaky Lecture Time with Dr. Gideon Raithe, Deathidemiologist.” Huffing in mock indignity, he straightened his tie. “Please.” She laughed, her emerald eyes lighting up in amusement. “Pardon me. I could at least get your title right.” “Precisely. Now. Let us begin.”