Lesson Number Eleven:
The Horrors of Necromancy
(On Death)
It felt extremely liberating to not have to hold myself back anymore. I now had twenty-four hour access to all the… erm…hugs I wanted, and no one would look at me funny when I'd cling to his arm or go out of my way to stay near him.
He didn't move in with me, per se… it would probably be more accurate to say I moved in with him. My stuff was still in Lowtown, but the only thing I was afraid to lose was in Darktown, so that's where I stayed. I was still queasy around blood, but Anders taught me how to heal—I am now a better healer than Garrett, and I intend to lord this fact over him for as long as possible—and I helped out around the clinic whenever we weren't off gallivanting across the countryside with Garrett.
It was impossible to have guessed how quickly things were about to go wrong.
A/N: Oh my goodness, 50 chapters! o.o I can hardly believe it's gotten this long! Thanks for staying with me!
