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go?” I asked, finally looking up at him.
    He finished the piece of chocolate he had. “You don’t want to eat it here?”
    “Oh I do,” I said. “But I want to take more back to your apartment so I can have more later.”
    He laughed. “So you are a die-hard chocolate lover?”
    “Oh yes,” I smiled and pointed to an item. Gregorio placed his order with the woman behind the counter and we were given our plates to take a seat wherever we wanted.
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Chapter 10
     
    GREGORIO KEPT GOING over concepts that were foreign to me once we returned to his place. I think he forgot that I hadn’t been raised around necromancy.
    “Explain this to me one more time,” I said.
    He let out a sigh and rubbed his hand over his head. When his arm extended, his tattoos were more visible, showing off tribal designs that wrapped around his biceps several times.
    I reached out and traced my finger on the underside of his left arm. “Are those words?”
    He nodded. “It’s a German saying that runs in my family about the importance of being true to one’s self.”
    “Oh. That had to have hurt.”
    “It wasn’t too bad,” he said, but I had the sneaking suspicion that he was being brave. I would have cried like a little bitch at a needle being on that sensitive area of my skin for the time it must have taken to do that full design.
    “Necromancy is not just about saying things and performing ceremonies. If you don’t have necromancy running through your veins, then the ceremonies aren’t going to work,” Gregorio explained, going at it from a new angle.
    “So it’s like magic?” I asked.
    He rolled his eyes. “I guess that would be the easiest way to explain it, but it’s not magic.”
    “Got it,” I said, smiling. He could call it whatever he wanted, but it was magic in one form or another.
    “So you either have the magic or you don’t.”
    “And I have the magic?” I asked.
    “Yes. That is ultimately what it means to be a sensitive. The ceremony that I performed awakened some of that in you,” Gregorio explained. “Now you need to learn how to harness that magic in order to do something with it.”
    I made a face.
    “What?”
    “What am I going to do with it?”
    “You could con some vampires out of a million dollars,” he suggested.
    I laughed, simply because he was honest about his ability to ask for that kind of money knowing that the vampires would pay.
    “Okay, seriously. You never know what you are going to need the necromancy powers for. You are mortal and therefore you have the ability to control the dead. Considering the position you are in with a vampire for a husband, it may be something you want to have at your disposal.”
    I wasn’t sure if I completely understood him. “Olivier rose the dead and then you put them down. What other powers are there?”
    “Dylan, necromancy means more than creating zombies.” He seemed frustrated that he was the one telling me this.
    I hated feeling stupid because I truly believed that being a necromancer meant it was about being able to raise zombies. “What else is there?”
    “Everything,” he said. “You have the ability to communicate with the dead. It doesn’t have to be in a bodily sense. You can raise apparitions. By being able to communicate with them, you can learn about so much.”
    “Oh.” I was at a loss for words with this new information. I never thought the day that I puked at a ceremony in Paris was the day that would lead to me being able to communicate with the dead. That was always for someone else, not me. There was no way that I had the ability to do any of what he said I could do.
    “You don’t believe me?” He asked.
    I slowly shook my head from side to side, unsure if I actually wanted him to prove me wrong. What he was talking about scared the shit out of me, but I didn’t want to admit it.
    Nico and Olivier both encouraged this meeting because it was a way to learn more about being a