“Sometimes I feel like I’m cursed. I hurt everyone around me with my lack of control...” she was talking about her emotions, but the twins caught on to the underlying thread. They knew her far too well to buy what she was trying to sell them. “I’m trying to get ahold of myself, but what if I lash out again?”
“Necromancy isn’t a curse, Lydia…” Angelo said, shaking his head. “If it was, we’d have cleansed you by now.”
Lydia thwacked his shoulder, and the catton cleric winced a little, then gave her a sheepish grin. “What? We would have. Or Dad would have, anyway.”
“And you only absorbed the energy of everyone in the hospital that one time -OWCH!” Marlo yelped as Lydia pinched him.
She hated being reminded of that day. It was the worst day of her life. Yes, even worse than the day she wa
