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the corner of her eye, “Are you sure you really want to know?”
    “I believe that’s why I asked you.” Matt nodded a gestured vaguely for her to continue on.
    Quickly weighing the pros and cons of letting a homicide detective, although he was one she trusted her life with up to a certain point, it was better to leave this subject untouched.
    “Look, it doesn’t really matter what I am or what I can do.” Keegan ignored the itch of wanting to tell him more. They had worked together on numerous cases, he had given SIU a chance and never spoke ill of them but there was something in the back of her mind that told her not to tell him that she was a necromancer. “All that’s really important is the fact that I’m on your side and I will always be on your side.”
    Matt let out a frustrated breath before he nodded to himself. “Yeah, sure, whatever you say Keegan.”
    Being a n ecromancer wasn’t something anyone would willingly share with the world. Not anymore. There were too many negative associations with the word. People had focused on horror stories of the past. Her mentor, Declan Phillips had morphed a respected gift into a curse.
    When she was had just turned thirteen her powers started to appear. There weren’t many people you could turn to if your child was a necromancer. People didn’t know how to help these kids, not that there were many. Declan Phillips was the closest necromancer to where she lived at the time and he hadn’t actually lost his mind at the time he taught Keegan how to keep her powers in check. Take the trauma of finding your mentor cutting up a body, the torture of high school, well that’ll uproot a family from the southern states to a place people had no clue who you were.
    Keegan still was associated with Declan from time to time. What he did was all over the news and not too soon after word had gotten out that he had an apprentice and that person was Keegan.
    It didn’t matter now. Not really. Declan Phillips was currently residing in a maximum security prison because he abused his abilities and used it against the mundane people. He raised the dead, sacrificing the living in the process. He manipulated the will of every human around him and in turn he turned them into brain dead shells. Once he had used his victims up, he did worse. He mutilated their corpses trapping their souls in hollowed out bodies.
    Despite the fact that she trained with him, Keegan was nothing like Declan Phillips. She didn’t mutilate the dead or use them in rituals for her own gain. Being a necromancer was a gift. It allowed her to listen to the dead, to communicate with them. In crimes she could hear the way someone died. If it were a violent death she often times could see moments as if they were still-frame.
    Even though she could do what Declan did, she chose not to. It didn’t matter that s he could raise the dead. If she had a strand of hair, she could control a person’s will and manipulate them to do anything she wanted. Ghosts could become her accomplices waiting on her every command. She could use her power to ward an area, to keep someone out. But she wouldn’t. It wasn’t who she was.
    Necromancy was much more than death. It’s the ability to manipulate the essence of life that makes a necromancer so powerful. The will behind that power determines whether someone could remain pure or turn evil.
    The rest of the car ride was silent except for the sound of the heater and the bumps beneath the tires. She parked where they had first met up earlier in the evening. They sat in her car in silence before he unlocked his door. With his hand on the handle he shook his head, “You know I could pull your personnel file and find out what you are. It wouldn’t be hard to do with my rank.”
    “You could,” Keegan agreed. “But if the thought hadn’t crossed your mind until tonight then do you really need to know?”
    “It’s just,” Matt curled his hands into fists before he was shifting on