Chapter 3

“We can’t go. Mic—we can’t,” Wes says and Mica feels a wave of affection for him. “We are here and whoever wants to come can come.”

“It can end now,” Ollie answers, sadder than Mica has ever heard him. She doesn’t know what he means, though. If it is that easy, why doesn’t Wes agree?

“No, Ollie, it won’t end. We have to give him this chance,” Wes whispers. They must’ve gotten close to the monitor now. “If he doesn’t take it, then we did our best and we’ll face the rest. We can’t bring problems here so we won’t do anything that asks for trouble. If it comes anyway, we’ll deal with it.”

“What are you saying?” Ollie asks and Mica wants to know too.

“We find out more. Thirty-eight is close to the border so a necromancer with a grudge is not the person you want to have this close. We could be in danger,” Wes says quietly.

“You believe him,” Ollie warns. “Don’t do that.”

“Then we won’t,” Wes whispers. “We don’t promise anything.”