Not sure where this came from... Read the other stories here.
She hadn’t seen him sprinkle powder into her drink, had not tasted it on the tip of her tongue. Even the urgency in his voice had not given him away. He had dissembled his intensions successfully.
The idea had been nagging him before she mentioned divorce. He’d toyed with the idea of killing her, but the word had been the nail in her coffin.
She would once more become the dutiful little wife, obeying his every command. She would essentially be a rotting corpse—but hey, nobody’s perfect.
It was good to be a necromancer.
"Hi" from a fellow Campaigner! I like the excerpts you've posted - fun idea!
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