Chapter 69

"Yes, but that's not all I wanted to show you." Tram shook a finger in the air and marched across the room.

Watching him made me smile since his sharp focus and determination kind of reminded me of a mad scientist, especially with that finger wag he just did. He reached into one of the vases and pulled out some folded papers.

"It wasn't that impressive couch you wanted to show me?" I asked, coming up behind him.

"No. Look." He unfolded the paper and smoothed it flat on the counter below the shelves, but a familiar black book with silver lettering prevented me from looking at anything else.

It was the book. Resurrection: Dark Magic to Bring Back the Ones You Love.

Flashes of the night before burst unwanted memories into my head. The graveyard. The sick, squishy sound of bones moving through the earth. Muddy hands twisting skyward from the ground. Rusty moans from fleshless faces.

Mom.