The Necromancer’s Code Elias, slamming his hands on the old oak table: That’s it. I’m done pretending this is normal. Elias, glaring at Corin: Didn’t say a word when your shadow started growling at people. Elias, turning sharply to Mara: Kept quiet when your sword started humming hymns of the dead. Elias, finally pointing accusingly at Rowan: But YOU— YOU stroll in here covered in spectral love bites like it’s a bloody fashion statement! Rowan, blinking: They’re protection marks. Elias, scandalized: They’re hickeys from the grave! Rowan, flatly: You literally date the embodiment of Decay. Elias, sputtering: That’s different— she’s charming! Mara, under her breath: And technically rotting. Elias: You shut your mouth, necro-girl. Corin, sipping tea like this is a soap opera: I love this coven.
