Bab 51: Chapter 51 - Death's Shroud

Tharon arched an eyebrow at the blonde sitting on the floor of her mind. Oh dear woman, you had your shot at life and squandered it. There will be no redeeming yourself now. Not while I’m here to ensure you pay for such a waste.

Tharon slipped deeper into the shadows of Sherri’s mind. It was time to do what the necromancer refused to do.

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Regina glanced out the passenger window at her son’s quaint home, a cinderblock structure painted a soft beige with elephant ear plants lining the front and a gigantic picture window giving her a glimpse inside. She clasped her hands together in an attempt to hide her trembling. Would her son accept what she had to say? “How do we convince him that what we’re about to tell him is the truth? It’s not like he’ll recognize me.”

She felt Tansy’s hand on her arm, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “He’ll believe,” she assured Regina. “You know things about him that only a mother would know. You’ll convince him. I’m sure of it.”