Summary
Have you ever stepped into a story where the hero dies? I became a necromancer in a forgotten novel, forced to help the villain slay the male lead. Now I’m bound to Castian’s soul, and everyone despises me for it. Yet, he’s changed—strangely gentle, almost tender.
“Isn’t necromancy easier when we’re close?” he whispered.
“You’re already too close.”
His lips grazed my hand, his smile unnerving. He’s clearly unhinged after death. A doomed necromancer and the world’s fated savior—how will this story end? Someone save him. And maybe me, too.