It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.
If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca." "A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy." "It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie." "On purpose?