Huh. Nate’s ancestry contains Vikings.
He went full berserker, then dropped his kill at my feet. A grunt
indicated I could be next. And there I was, tapped out magically and
physically.
My “handbook” doesn’t cover the turbulence
life-altering enchantments might inspire. Only a fool would be stupid
enough to brand spells into flesh, then slough them off onto an
unbalanced warrior.
Swallowing hurt, talking more. “The ink is protective.”
“Remove it.”
“Can’t,” I rasped. “Your blood is still tainted. Tattoo keeps you from becoming a zombie slave.”
He glared.
“At least I made it pretty.”
I ducked. Too late.
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