Malachi

My eyes snapped open to a spectral panorama, a tide of the undead ebbing from the living world to the next.

I clutched the amulet Massachusetts had entrusted to me, a tangible link to my purpose.

I had known the precise moment Kaida’s spirit departed her earthly vessel; Massachusetts had conveyed this grim knowledge as he performed the ritual upon my own form.

This rite, a conduit to the underworld, was designed to locate my mate and retrieve her.

I would not surrender her to ...