ELLA

My first day on the job as a necromancer and all I can think of is how much I do not like this job.

Cold sweat becomes a second skin the closer they approach. Irene’s smile looks glued in. Measured width. Unfaltering. Like there are hidden cameras I am not aware of.

My gaze sweeps to Devlin, trying to catch a signal for an idea of what is going on. My palms can’t get any sweatier, balled in the fold of my dress until there’s barely a foot of distance between me, the honorable ...