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Being Nightridge's resident necromancer was never going to be easy -- but this is getting ridiculous.
Bastet's still prowling around, my undead assistant is acting like he's gunning for a promotion, and I'm stuck with a cursed blood pact that's about as flexible as concrete.
Also, Laura's coven hates me. Which, to be fair, is kind of a tradition at this point.
Then something worse shows up. Something fast, dangerous, and wearing Laura's face like a party mask. It's not her -- but try explaining that to my nervous system.
Even Hades doesn't know what we're dealing with. And when your adoptive father is the literal god of the underworld, that's saying something.
If I don't figure this out, I'll lose Laura, tick off multiple deities, and probably wind up dead. Again.
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