A Necromancer's Guide to Clearing a Game Like Tower

”No.”

”Good.” A pause, the sound of a lighter, an inhale. ”Ashford Grand Hotel. Underground parking, level B2, the service lift side. Twenty minutes. You do not come through the main entrance, you do not stop in the lobby, you do not let her be seen. You bring her down and you hand her over and you are finished.” Another inhale. ”Don’t be late again.”

The line went dead.

James took the phone out of the leader’s hand.

He did not need him as a source anymore. He had the place, the level, the time, and the kind of man who would be standing there waiting.

His mother coughed.

The sound went through James harder than any of the screaming had. He was off the leader and at her side before the cough finished, one knee in the broken glass, his hand under her shoulder.

She came halfway awake, eyes unfocused, face creasing at the pain in her head and her arm. Her lips moved before they made sound.

”Nyra,” she said. ”Is she— is she safe—”