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Ava doesn’t mind raising the dead. It’s all a part of being a necromancer. And people keep telling he she’s one of the strongest ones to ever live, but she doesn’t believe it.
Except she can also heal people, living or dead, which is unheard of.
And now, her cat, Mr. Snoozerton, has brought home a girlfriend. A dead girlfriend. Snoozer wants Ava to animate the pretty feline, but is that really the right thing to do?
Ava doesn’t have much of a choice. Snoozer isn’t taking no for an answer. And he’s pretty much the boss of the house.
How can Ava say no?
That damn doorbell. Groaning, I rolled over in bed and threw my pillow off of my head. Why did she have to come over so dang early? “Someone let Olivia in!” I screeched, hoping any member of my family would hear me so I wouldn’t have to get out of bed.
My house, aka Winston, wouldn’t let me sleep too late anymore. The doorbell dinged again, and Winston echoed the sound, much louder than it needed to be, through the upstairs. Ugh.
Olivia was always showing up here at the ass crack of dawn. I forgave her because she was my best friend and because she usually brought something yummy like donuts. But why was she using the doorbell? She usually just walked in, which was okay with me. Especially this early in the morning.
“Hello?” My son’s voice carried up the stairs. “Mom?”