Nora's POV
The corpse of the man whose identity remains forever unknown has deteriorated beyond recognition. Nothing but brittle bones wrapped in rotting fabric remains, and without his torn clothing, I would never have identified him. My eyes widen in horror as I stare at his pathetic form clawing desperately at Zerra, trying to escape her iron grip.
"Tear his head clean off," I command her. Decapitation proved effective when we faced the undead before. Zerra's jaws snap down twice, crushing the zombie's skull completely. I wince and turn away, my gaze finding James to see if this walking nightmare triggers his memory too. This particular corpse will haunt me forever because he was my first attempt at resurrection magic. He was also my first devastating failure.
James's eyebrows draw together almost imperceptibly, and he nods once, confirming he remembers this tragedy too.
