"Occidere." Black fire writhing with even darker veins shot from my palms and streaked toward his head. Or more specifically the glowing green worm that had fallen from the ceiling and attached itself to him. It exploded into glowing green guts that flecked his face.
"Yep." He wiped it off with his sleeve. "Thanks for that."
"Are you all right? Did it bite you?"
"I don't know," he said, feeling the top of his head. "Would I be able to tell right away?"
"Oh, yes."
"I think I'm good, then." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks again."
From a nearby wall made of bone, Echo blew the dust from a name inscribed on a tomb. "Hugh Jass. Poor guy. I'm so sorry that's your name. Can you imagine the ridicule?"
"Guess what his twin's name was?" While mopping worm guts from his face, Jon scanned down the page of the huge book that listed everyone buried at Necromancer Academy. "Lar Jass."
Echo groaned. "Who would be so cruel to name their kids that?"