Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

I ran a hand over my face, absolutely done with the conversation before it even started. I had a plan, but I needed help from other necromancers in case something went wrong. The fact that other necromancers didn't like me made that goal a bit difficult to accomplish.

Hence my stress.

"Adler," I resisted the urge to throw my phone across the room, "listen to me for two seconds before you start spouting your usual bullshit. I need your help."

"Last time I helped you, I almost fucking died, Nova." He sounded about as over me as I was with him.

"You won't even have to do anything if everything goes to plan." I also resisted the urge to slam my head down on the table. "I just need as many necromancers as you can gather together in case my ability goes wrong. The bodies will have my energy and my blood. You'd only have to take over if I lose control, and I'll make sure they have enough from me to continue working once passed on to another necromancer."

I didn't plan on losing control, but it was better to have a backup rather than risking it. With my plan, I couldn't mess up and not have a backup plan.

"A couple of really terrible vampires took my mom," I finally said. "Please, Adler. I need help."

He was silent for so long that I pulled the phone away from my face to see if he hung up. He didn't, he was just being super quiet on the other line. The longer the silence drew on, the more nervous I became. If he said no, I'd have to change my plan. I didn't want to risk Lucian, Kyler, Kieran, or their people. Not if I didn't have to. I wanted them as far from this as possible, at least until I got my mom out of the house.

I'd created a magnitude five earthquake with my anger. Kieran said that if I'd been left alone, it could have easily risen to a magnitude six or beyond, depending on how long I allowed that anger to grow. Two hours later, I got a message back from Merlin. His reply?

Give me twenty four hours. And remember what you said about not caring about the cost. I'm holding you to that.

So I had twenty four hours to hash out a plan. Though the idea bothered me a bit, it was the only way I could think of to limit the possible casualties.

Adler sighed. "When do you need them?"

"Tomorrow at six," I said. "It'll be dark enough that they won't see what's coming, and you all will have the ability to hide somewhere. I'll explain the rest of the plan when you get here."

"Fine." He sounded annoyed. "But don't get your hopes up."

He hung up before I could reply, but all I would have said was a simple thank you. After everything, especially what he saw the last time we saw each other, I was honestly surprised he would agree. I hoped he would of course. I just didn't think it was likely.

Lucian and Kyler glanced at me, and Kieran had a small grin on his face. I could only imagine what he was thinking, but my mind was nowhere near that. It wouldn't be for a while, and they knew that. I needed to find my mom first, and whatever happened in that timeframe depended on how long that would be.

But that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was finding my mom.

I knew the risks of my plan. I knew that I could lose control, I knew that I could possibly die, even though Merlin said I was next to invincible. I didn't care. None of it mattered.

"So what exactly is your plan," Kieran asked. "If you're not using us, or our people, but you're using necromancers..."

I looked back at the message from Merlin for the third time. I wondered what he'd ask for. I'd give it to him, of course, but I hoped it wouldn't anger Kieran, Lucian, or Kyler. Because my mom had been right. When he started getting excited, they looked like they wanted to kill him.

"You'll know tomorrow." If I told them too soon, they'd likely try and talk me out of it.

"No plan is fool-proof," Kyler said. His new rank as sentinel was showing, and I was proud of him for it. It couldn't have been easy stepping into a new role.

I smiled slightly. "No, it's not. But at least with what I have planned, depending on the amount of necromancers that actually help me, depends on how the plan will unfold. If less than five necromancers show up, I'll need to include you guys in more than I already have planned for you."

"What's our role then?" Lucian crossed his arms and leaned against the counter.

"The only thing I need from you guys is to make sure my mom gets out safely." I read Merlin's message again. "You won't be going in. I'll have someone bring my mom out, and from there, I need you to make the decision on what she needs."

"Someone," Kieran pressed.

I nodded. "Yes. Someone."

I didn't want to explain my plan, only for things to not work out. If less than five necromancers showed up, I had to rethink everything and make a plan from scratch only moments before I was going to go to my heart. I was going into it assuming that more necromancers would show up, even though they all didn't like me.

It was true. If I found my heart, I would likely find my mom. Who else would have taken her, besides Alaric? I didn't know how they got her, or how they even stumbled upon her. But I knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was with him.

My mom did things spontaneously, but she did not do it without telling someone about it first. Even if she would have decided to get on a plane to go somewhere else, she would have told Sam, at the very least, before going. And she wouldn't have texted me and told me that she was home. She would have texted me and told me once she got to where she was going. I didn't like to assume the worst, but I knew that was the only option.

My mom was taken. I had to get her back by any means necessary, even if that meant pushing my abilities farther than I'd ever pushed them before. Even if that meant I'd sacrifice my heart, or even my life.

But Kieran, Lucian, and Kyler didn't need to know that part. They'd probably try and stop me, and that wasn't an option I was willing to risk.

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A/N: I attempted to write more, but more metaphorical shit hit the metaphorical fan (because why not), so I could only get one chapter written this week.