CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Shawna?” I said, in surprise, holding the phone closer to my ear. “You mean the Necromantress?”
“She’ll always be Shawna to me,” said Rubberman, “but yes, she’s back.”
I looked around my room instinctively; even though I was alone, I still remembered Nightbolt’s theory about the spy and wondered if the spy was listening in on my conversation this very instant. “But didn’t she leave Golden City after she helped us defeat Iron Angel? I thought she was going to be gone for a while.”
Rubberman chuckled. “Shawna will never leave me alone until the day I die. Even then, she might reanimate my corpse and beat it into pulp just out of principle.”
“How do you know she’s back?” I said. “Has she tried to attack you?”
“Not yet,” said Rubberman, “but I’ve started reading reports
