I marched down the narrow corridor, determined to meet the necromancer that tormented us under Cesare"s orders. It has taken eleven weeks for us to locate him and the information Cesare provided on his location, right before he took his own life outside the courthouse, wasn"t entirely accurate. It affected Ruby the most to hear that Cesare had ended his life... she blames herself, of course, but that decision was solely his. Before he died, he screamed about how sorry he was, how he failed everyone, and I felt sorry for him, I really did, but what he did was inexcusable. We, and by we, I mean Lyric, Hunter, Xavier and I, traveled for twelve days in search of the necromancer, and we found him, eventually, hiding in a shack by the beach four hours from here.
The necromancer refused to tell us his name-he refused to tell us anything, actually. All he does is shout threats and promises to kill my friends, only to resurrect them just to kill them all over again. I"m not sure if it"s wide knowledge or not, but I don"t take kindly to threats.
I pushed open the heavy metal door at the end of the corridor and came face to face with the necromancer. I could see why Cesare chose him. He had a strange distaste for our way of life, but that isn"t entirely his fault, I suppose. Our ancestors did (or were meant to) wipe out his entire species. It irks me how similar he looks to Lucian.
"Back for more, guardian?"
I shook my head. I was only here to give orders. It occurred to me last night that I was never getting anything out of this man and I couldn"t let him go... he posed too much of a threat. At the end of the day, it all came down to Ruby and I"d protect her above all else for the rest of my life.
I looked to Tate, who leaned against the wall, bouncing a tennis ball. I"d kill the necromancer myself for all of the pain he"d inflicted on Ruby, but I didn"t want to get any blood on my suit and I"d never taint her body by touching her with hands that have recently killed.
"I want him dead."
I adjusted the cuff at the base of my sleeve and tightened my tie.
Tate smiled. "Yes, sir. Now get out of here, Eli. A bride is always late, but the groom should never be."
I smiled at Tate and nodded my head before turning around. I"d hate to be late to my own wedding.
Acknowledgements.
First and foremost, my family is first to thank. Without their support and sacrifices, I"d never find the time to write.
Thank you to Limitless Publishing and all of their helpers and supporters-from cover design right down to the editing. I appreciate it all.
Ultimately, thank you to my readers. None of this would be possible without you guys. I love you all.
About the Author.
Skyla Madi was born in the small town of Port Maquarie, New South Wales in 1993. She spent half her life growing up in Wauchope, a thriving rural town at the heart of the Hastings River Valley before making the leap to the busy city of Brisbane.
Whenever this young Australian writer isn"t changing diapers, watching cartoons, cooking for her husband or doing other motherly-wife things she is actively working on her writing and improving her writing skills.
Skyla loves to read just as much as she loves to write and since discovering that YA/NA/paranormal romance/urban fantasy/ are her favourite genres, she has embarked on her own writing journey and is currently contracted with Limitless Publishing.
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