My Necromancer Wife

"I'll be there". I say and she hangs up.

What did I just agree to? Who is that? I don't even know where her house is. How am I supposed to get there? I have a job by midnight, I can get there and know my killer before I proceed to my main job.

This sounds like a job for my wife. I just need to get her some of the blood from one of the men so that she can find out the address of the woman that is trying to kill me.

The fire is gradually dieing out. I pull out a dagger from my shoe and approach them. I have a small bottle that I can put the blood inside.

I shield my face with my hand and approach the flames. The heat is scorching. Perspiration threatens to drench me.

As I get closer, a burnt hand reaches out and grabs my ankle firmly. I stab the hand. Blood gushes out and I quickly hold the hand up so that the blood can drip inside my bottle.

I'm taking someone's blood. I probably look like some kind of witch or sorcerer.

Well, who can blame me? I'm married to one.

The person tries to grab me with his other hand. I remove the dagger from the stabbed hand and stabbed the other one. I pull it out again and stab the neck, blinking as smoke clouds my vision. I clean my blade on him before I toss him deeper into the fire.

I almost get myself burnt.

Now I smell like smoke.

I walk down to the main road and call a taxi. I notice that there are some blood stains on my shirt. There's nothing I can do about it.

A taxi finally stops and picks me up.

I stop at the jewelry store. The driver kept looking at me wearily through his rearview mirror. Can't blame him though. My hair is all messed up, I've got some blood on my shirt and I smell like smoke.

I enter the airconditionned store. The receptionist beckons to me.

When I reach her, she smiles.

"How can I help you, sir?" She asks.

I look around a bit.

"I'm looking for large uncut gem pieces". I say.

I know I sound weird. People usually come to places like this to buy pretty things for a special woman they have at home. I am buying it for a special woman as well, it's just not for wearing.

Her eyes widen at my request.

"You'll have to go upstairs, sir". She says.

I nod and start making my way upstairs.

I smooth my hair back before I enter the room. Uncut gems just lay in display shelves at both sides of the room. This is where people come to for customized- made jewelry.

A man with a huge dragon tattoo on his neck is seated there.

"How can I help you?" He asks.

"I want to buy some uncut gems from you." I say in a tone that shows him that I am willing to pay well for it.

"Which stone do you have in mind?" He asks.

"Diamond, jade, sapphire or amethyst". I say.

"How many?" He asks.

"Five". I respond.

He picks out five large stones and wraps them up.

I pay for them and leave.

When I arrive at my house, I go straight to the bunker to look for Arya.

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The sound of rushing water greets me as I step into the bunker. My chest tightens when I realize Arya isn't on the bed. For a split second, panic claws at me - until I catch the faint steam curling under the bathroom door.

I push it open before I can think better of it.

She turns, droplets clinging to her skin like diamonds in the light. Her gaze finds mine without flinching.

"I'm sorry about the car," she says softly, as if the water itself carried the words to me.

Of course she knows. She always knows. I don't even have to wonder how she knows. I'm sure some ghost told her everything in gross detail.

"Thank you," I manage, though the words feel too small for what sits between us.

For a breath, neither of us moves. The air hums, charged and heavy, until it pulls me forward like a tide. I close the distance and press my mouth to hers.

The kiss is reckless, a collision of hunger and relief. One day apart feels like a lifetime when it's her. The water soaks through my shirt, cold against my skin, but none of it matters - not when she's gripping me like I'm the only thing keeping her steady.

Her fingers tremble as they clutch at me, sliding against drenched fabric. She breaks the kiss only to gasp, only to meet my eyes with something unspoken burning there.

I frame her face with both hands, the spray pattering against us, and kiss her again - slower this time, deeper. Every movement says what neither of us dares to. Every sigh is a surrender.

She presses her forehead to mine, eyes closed, lips parted. "You'll be the ruin of me," she whispers, almost drowned by the water.

My chest constricts. I want to tell her she's wrong, that she's the only reason I'm still standing. Instead, I just hold her tighter, let the silence and the water fill in what I can't say.

The world outside can wait. For now, there's only the heat of her, the storm we keep pretending we don't feel, and the dangerous comfort of pretending this moment will last.

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I pick her up and carry her to the bed with me.

It doesn't take long before I start dosing off. I can feel her arms wrapped around me. I haven't told her about the stones yet. I better not sleep for long, because I have jobs to do.

Sometime in my nap, I hear her say, "Don't make me fall in love with you".