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the
cemetery. A very bad sign.
    Tremble asked,
“What am I sensing?”
    “Unfocused
magic. She is all over the place. We need to call in more undead.
She is going to raise the entire block if they aren’t
anchored.”
    “Right. So find
her, find her fast, and you stop her before she tangles the living
and the dead.”
    Benny nodded.
“Right. Smith, can you shift and sniff her out? She will smell like
girl and blood.”
    He nodded and
his features shifted into feline, his hair wild and shaggy. His
head lifted, and he led them into the darkness.
    Argyle kept
well back, but Benny could feel him in the shadows.
    Candles
flickered up ahead, and Benny eased up next to Smith. She touched
his shoulder, and he waited in the darkness.
    Tremble came in
closer, but he left her to take point.
    Dealing with
unstable college girls wasn’t really her forte, but she focused on
the young woman who was frantically consulting a notebook as she
chanted and sprinkled herbs around.
    “Miaka.” Benny
whispered it, coming closer.
    The girl nearly
jolted out of her protective circle. “Who are you? I can’t see
you.”
    Benny moved
into the circle of light, just on the edge of the chalk outline.
“Hello, Miaka.”
    The girl peered
at her through lank hair and blinked furiously. “I have to finish
this. We will talk when Mike is with us. He always enjoyed talking
to women.”
    “You can’t
raise him, Miaka. He won’t come back whole.”
    Miaka scowled.
“How do you know about it? He will be fine. I love him and he is my
twin and he will be fine.”
    Benny hunkered
down next to the headstone, reading the name and wincing at the
youth of the deceased, with the barrier in front of her toes. “He
will not be fine. Why didn’t you apply for resurrection when he
died?”
    Miaka stuck her
lower lip out. “I did. I wanted him back again, even if I would
live on, but the resurrection guild wouldn’t do it. My grandmother
is a zombie, and she wouldn’t die to let Mike have his turn.”
    Benny closed
her eyes. Only one undead was allowed per family. It kept things
from getting messy when it came to inheritance.
    “So, how long
has he been buried?”
    “A year and
ninety days. Today is our birthday. I brought him a cupcake with a
candle. He can blow it out when he comes back.”
    Benny asked,
“Have you given any thought to just bringing back his ghost? If he
wants to communicate, it is very easy. If you bring him back in his
body, he won’t be the same.”
    “He said...he
said Mike would be fine.”
    “Who said?”
    “The demon. A
demon gave me this spell, and he said Mike would come back
fine.”
    Benny fought
her instinctive hiss. “The demon lied. Demons make puppets out of
the dead; they don’t give them their lives back. He wouldn’t belong
to you; he would be the demon’s creature.”
    “You are lying!
He said you would lie!” Miaka hissed at her with madness in her
eyes.
    “Did he? What
if I came through your wards and took your books?”
    She cackled
wildly, her stained sweatshirt and jeans exposed as she leaned
back. “No human mage can get through those wards. He promised me.
No mage could stop me.”
    Benny sighed
and stepped across the demon-cast ward. “He lied.”
    Benny wrapped
the book in a spell of confusion and the woman in a sleep spell.
There was a bit of power stirring in the area, so she focused it
upward and turned it into fire.
    The form that
solidified in the fire was a young man with a mop of dark hair and
kind eyes. “Is she all right?”
    “Hello,
Michael. She is asleep. I can wake her if you like.”
    He smiled and
shook his head. “No. If she needs me back, I will come as a ghost.
Do you think that will help?”
    Benny nodded.
“I think she feels incomplete without you.”
    “And me without
her, but I did something stupid and here I am. I never meant to
split us apart, but sometimes these things just happen.”
    “What artifact
would you like to be anchored to?”
    He smiled. “My
mom gave