Chapter 322: Enforcer Assistance

Pender's breath whooshed out as he nodded slowly, though he looked afraid now.

"Very well," he said. "She will be our anchor."

I knew the gist of what they were doing. Necromancy at least had been creepily fascinating enough I paid attention when Mom tried to teach me. Drawing out the soul echoes of the dead was only possible with a minimum of two people-one to do the searching and the other to act as an anchor to the real world. It wasn't the full soul they brought back, only a glimmer of who the person had been in life. The best part, the ghost was unable to lie, as though whatever they did in their time alive was imprinted permanently on the echo.

But it had been a creepy lesson in my family basement. This was the real thing in the bowels of a mansion obviously built by those of power, whoever the maji were. Gram didn't give me time to think about it much longer, but wrapped her energy around me and, digging in her mental hooks, flung herself into the dark place between life and