Fallen Academy: Year Four (Fallen Academy #4)(24)

“We’ll worry about it later,” my mom called out as we set her on the table that I knew had been bleached as well. My mother was the best reanimator Demon City had ever seen. It was a shame to see her unemployed like this or working odd-end jobs.

She glanced at her watch. “I need to get started, but I can’t do it without consent.”

Shea frowned. “I’m sure her brother won’t care, just start!”

My mom shook her head. “Shea, you know I have a certain ethical code.” My mom, the only one in Demon City who had morals!

I was about to insist when the apartment door burst open, the faint siren still wailing at Fallen Academy a mile away.

“I’m here!” Donnie was covered in demon blood, still holding his sword. The moment his eyes fell on Chloe, he swayed in place, and Luke had to reach out to steady him.

“Donnie, I am a reanimator. There is a unique process called soul infusion where I might be able to fully bring Chloe back, if she hasn’t crossed over yet. But I need consent from a family member in order to—”

“Do it,” he croaked.

My mom swallowed hard. “It might not work. She might not be the same. She might not want to have come back. She might have periods of forgetfulness and—”

“Kate, please! Just do it!” he screamed.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “All right, then. Please guard the door,” my mother instructed Shea. “It’s forbidden to raise the dead in Angel City, and I’m doing it in a housing facility that holds the military and their families. If one of them walks in, I’ll be arrested.”

Shit. The gravity of the situation hit me then. This new life I’d given my mom, that I’d fought so hard to bring her to, I was potentially taking it away by asking this of her. Still, I couldn’t bear to tell her to stop. I couldn’t bear to lose Chloe.

The orange and purple kaleidoscope of Necromancer magic that I was so used to seeing as a child, lit up the kitchen like a disco ball. My mother was powerful, and a small burst of pride ripped through me to see her use her ability. Her hands glowed with the magic I knew would tether my friend’s soul back to her body.

“I see her. She hasn’t left yet,” my mom said dreamily, staring at the corner of the room. She could see souls and auras, and all that weird shit that I didn’t understand—something only a Necromancer could do.

“Chloe!” Donnie sobbed.

Just then the front door opened, and Shea allowed Lincoln and Angela to walk inside. I hadn’t seen Luke’s sister in a while, but she looked bloodied from fighting as well. I scanned my husband’s body quickly, relieved to see no big injuries, but it was hard to tell whose blood was whose.

“I thought you could use some help, Kate,” Lincoln told my mom as he pushed Angela forward.

Of course! Angela was a Necromancer. She’d hardly had the training for something like this, considering they didn’t teach it at Fallen Academy, but my mom simply nodded.

“Wash your hands and anchor her feet for me please.”

Angela went right to it as if she knew what anchoring was. I sure as hell didn’t.

The rest of us paced the living room, wearing tracks in the freshly vacuumed carpet.

Lincoln made his way over to me, reaching out to grab my hand. “Are you okay?” he whispered. He must have freaked when he received my text that we were under attack.

I nodded. “Did Mrs. Greely and the patients make it out okay?”

“They hid until we could purge the campus of all the demons. They’re safe now, but they could really use healers. You and Noah, Raph and me. We need all hands on deck after tonight,” he told me.

I’d missed an entire year of healing training. I was still a baby second year when it came to that, but when you were given this power, it came with a certain responsibility.

Looking over at Chloe’s cold, mummified form, I couldn’t bear leaving her, or my mom, like this. “You and Noah go. I’ll meet you the second I know Chloe will be okay.”

Lincoln frowned. “I don’t want to go without you.”

Despite the demon blood splashed on his uniform, I pulled him in for a tight hug. Our year apart had left its mark on the both of us, neither one willing to be without the other for very long, especially in times of crisis.

“I’ll be right behind you,” I promised, then popped up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

Relenting, Lincoln gave me a curt nod. “Is it true? Angela said Chloe could actually be fully brought back, not like those zombies roaming Demon City.”

“It’s true. I never would have settled for a Chloe zombie,” I told him.

“All right. Meet us at the healing clinic the second you’re done here. The only people who know about Chloe dying were in that room, and I’ve sworn them all to secrecy, so your mom won’t get in trouble.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Even Michael?”

A slight grin pulled at his lips. “Michael’s the biggest rule breaker of them all.”

That was true. Human wife. Legion child. Michael broke all the rules.

“Thank you.” I squeezed his hand.

With one last look at me, Lincoln grabbed Noah, and they sprinted away.

Luke and Donnie gasped at the same time, and I spun on my heels to see my mother holding a sage smoke bundle about three feet from Chloe’s body. There, standing in the middle of the kitchen, was a smoky spectral outline of Chloe’s form.