“Here,” Nick indicated.

It was the school's chemistry lab.

“Ah, I guessed the computer lab, fifty-fifty chance, I guess,” joked Shade.

“Look I get it, I die, you get my body but podex perfectus es.”

“Takes one to know one,” Shade countered.

The chairs had been shoved to the sides of the classroom, making an open space in the center between the cabinets and tables. Black candles burned on the tables and chairs around the room.

“Going for the goth look, I see,” said Titus, observing all the candles.

The smell of candle smoke invaded Titus’s body. The room drifted off kilter, spinning uncontrollably. Even as the room turned, the circles remained fixed, glowing in his vision like fiber op...

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