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“From Sabine. From how fucking awful the wolves have become—”
“As far as I remember, the wolves were the ones who raced to Asphodel Meadows this spring.”
“Sabine refused to let us go.”
“Yet you defied her and went anyway. The others followed you.”
“I’m not here to debate wolf politics.”
“But this is politics. You raise Sigrid, and … what then? Have you thought that through?”
Ithan growled, “I need to fix it.”
“And you think a necromancer will solve that problem.”
He bared his teeth. “I know what you’re thinking—”
“You don’t even know what you’re thinking, Ithan Holstrom.”
“Don’t talk to me like—”
She lifted a finger. “I will remind you that you are in my House, and asking for a gargantuan favor. You came here uninvited, which itself is a violation of our rules. So unless you want me to hand you over to the vamps to be sucked dry and left to rot on the dock, I suggest you check that tone, pup.”
Ithan glared, but shut his mouth.
Roga smiled slightly. “Good dog.”
Ithan reined in his growl. She smiled wider at that.
But after a moment she said, “Where’s Quinlan?”
“I don’t know.”
Roga nodded to herself. “I do nothing for free, you know.”
He met her stare, letting her see that he’d give her whatever she wanted. Her lips pursed with distaste at his desperation. He didn’t care.
“Most necromancers,” she continued, “are arrogant pricks who will fuck you over.”
“Great,” he muttered.
“But I know one who might be trustworthy.”
“Name your price. And theirs.”
“I told you already: I need a competent assistant. As far as memory serves, you were a history major at CCU.” At his questioning look, she said, “Quinlan used to prattle on and on about how proud of you she was.” His chest ached unbearably. Roga rolled her eyes, either at her words or at whatever was on his face, then gestured to the crates and boxes around her. “As you can see, I have goods that need sorting and shipping.”
Ithan slowly blinked. “You mean … work for you, and you’ll get me in touch with this necromancer?”
A dip of her chin.
“But I need it done now,” he said, “while her body’s still fresh—”
“I shall arrange to have the body transported from wherever the Viper Queen has thrown it, and keep it … on ice, as it were. Safe and sound. Until the necromancer becomes available.”
“Which is how long?”
Her lips curved. “What’s the rush?”
