There was no time to shield against it. He didn't beat me the next time, he took a knife to me. I wasn't being callous, it just never entered my mind. The only thing that had changed was the mark on Micah's neck.
He raised his face up from my chest, and his mouth and jaw were crimson with my blood. I was a necromancer, and apparently mixing necromancy with being a human servant had some unforeseen side effects. My body was pinned underneath several hundred pounds. I told you before you had the meeting how it would go.
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