Necropolis (Royal Sorceress book 3)
“Gregory said, as he bounded into the room. “There is work for you to do.”
Olivia shook her head, miserably. Ivan had taken her to a smaller room, allowed her to wash and then fed her bread and cheese, but she still felt awful. She could hear the creature she’d created, even though it was a long way from where she’d been taken. Its whispering seemed to echo in her head, taunting her with the sheer danger of its existence. One mistake, it seemed to whisper, and the undead would be unleashed upon the land. And then all hell would break loose.
Gregory muttered something in Russian to Ivan, who sighed and stood. Olivia saw the writing on the wall and followed before he could compel her, either mentally or physically, to do what he wanted her to do. Outside, there were more armed guards, wearing masks and suits of armour that seemed oddly out of place. But, against the undead, they would provide more protection than the red uniforms that British soldiers wore when they went into battle.
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