The Necromancer stared in silence before bursting into laughter. Helena sat, watching him with a serene expression. He couldn't believe the woman's audacity.
"This is a new one." The Necromancer's laughter tapered off into chuckles. "Become a thief?"
"Yes." Helena answered.
"That's funny." The Necromancer leaned in, pinning her with his gaze. The temperature of the room dropped as he spoke. "Because, you already made me a thief, woman."
Before Helena could retort, the Necromancer leaned back, laughing again. "I was wondering why Ezra paid me a visit. Now I know." He turned to look at Helena. "If only I'd known before that all it took for this to happen was to steal something of his."
"Even if you did know, you had nothing of his to steal." Helena said.
"True. True." The Necromancer nodded repeatedly. "So, tell me. What's your plan?"
