86 Chapter 86. What am I?

Skipper's hand remained set under her chin, her body was in her office but her mind had travelled as far as the underworld.

"Am I a necromancer? No, a hybrid right? A witch and necromancer. But I wasn't born like this so what exactly is happening to me? Am I evolving? Mutating?"

She had so much she needed answers to. For the passed five days her dreams have been rather peaceful. No gory deaths or blood stained infants. Just as void, dark and dreamless as they originally were.

"So what happened to the little demon girl?"

Skipper scratched her head and leaned back to put her boots up on the wall-mounted desk and crossed her legs. As much as Skipper hated to admit it, she needed the little blood thirsty thing to help her out with her research. With what she's working on, she'll be able to break any spell cast anywhere with or without her wand.