Dreams of the Necromancer (Memento Mori #2)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Money bought action. It rarely bought loyalty.

“I’m…sorry.” “For what?” She looked up at him quizzically. Finally, those silver eyes met hers. “Do I need to make a list? I didn’t bring enough paper. It might have to be a spreadsheet. Can I email it to you?”

She could almost hear the conversation. Hey, yeah, so, you’re all right, I guess. Wanna smash? Might kill us both later, though. That okay? The thing that made her laugh was the simple fact that she was pretty damn sure he wouldn’t object.

“I don’t know how you manage to both be flattering and insulting at the same time, and yet, here we are.”

“You want me—let me get this straight—you want me to call a spirit from the peaceful sleep of the great beyond, to summon them from the ever-after, so you can ‘just say hi’?” “Yup.”

“Put me”—she took a swing at him, but her hand passed harmlessly through him like he was only made of incense smoke—“down this minute, you stupid, overgrown fog machine!”

“Wait.” He pointed at the ornate jewelry box. “Did you steal that from me?” “I—ah—I mean—I don’t remember stealing it from you.” She smiled, trying to look innocent. “So you can’t be mad about it.” “Is that how this works?” “It’s totally how it works. I can’t be mad about shit you’ve done that I don’t remember, and you can’t be mad about shit I’ve done that I can’t remember. Flawless logic.”