“Necromancy is one of the most restrictive of all spell schools. It deals with dead things or the restoration of life, limbs, or vitality to living creatures. Although a small school, its spells tend to be powerful.”
“…I’m sorry. I don’t think we’ve ever met before.” Though his features struck a familiar note within her, she couldn’t place where she knew them from. It couldn’t possibly be a memory—he would have never recognized her.
“—Do you live in town?”
“Nevada. Grew up in a bar in an ol’ ghost town.” Well, for the most part, but detailing the bits where his father took him along on “business” wasn’t really a fun story. Not when it usually ended in him having to carry the damn demon back to the bar.
“But you can’t tell me you never get bored. Without winter, summer would hardly be anything at all—the cycle of seasons seems to be woefully unappreciated.”
“It’s not like I can’t travel to where ever I want at any time though. Besides, I don’t care for extremes of any temperature.
“I think my coworkers would
appreciate it.” Employees was probably a more accurate word, but he knew how
obnoxious that sounded and tried to avoid any mentions of it.
“What? You dropping dead from lack of sleep paired with a caffeine overdose? They don’t seem like very nice coworkers.”
“I’ve had to clean up a lot
of your messes. I had to check,” he answered, no hint of apology in his voice.
“Still a cop, you know.” A Guardian, too, but still someone who worked to
uphold the human law.
“Car theft and kidnapping are not the same thing.” Had there not been children present, she might have worded it differently, swore more, but she was learning to curb her mouth.
“You’re not wrong there.” Dante let out a warm chuckle and conceded that point with a nod.
The hybrid was a great hulk of a guy, perhaps even on the larger side by wolf standards, with the way he easily stood a little over seven feet tall of solid muscle, cutting an imposing figure that had a tendency to intimidate most on sight, despite his gentler nature beneath.
“Of course I’m not. I look nearly like a child still standing beside you.”
Not that mattered much. At 5′1″, Bex was hardly what one could call tall. Her lithe frame didn’t really help much with that. It was still a miracle she had survived her childhood trauma, let alone well enough to have a daughter with children of her own.
Things currently going on in my head::
Ava and Cord are drunk. Singing classic rock songs (currently Renegade by Styx). Dancing around the pool table in the bar. Looking like this::
