There was no closing my eyes and sliding back into that blissful dream of normal. This was my normal now.

I wanted to walk over there. I wanted to curl up beside him, lean against him, talk to him. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to tell him everything would be okay. And I wanted him to tell me the same thing. I didn't care if it was true or not- I just wanted to say it. To hear it, to feel his arms around me, hear the rumble of his words, that deep chuckle that made me pulse race

Do I pass, Dr. Saunders?

I'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.

And the bad guys love to pick on the defenseless necromancer. This time, though, I swear I won’t get kidnapped or possessed. ~Jaime Vegas

Nuh-uh. No deals with the devil. I’ve learned my lesson on that one. ~Jaime Vegas

What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.