Lily nodded. Dana had no idea what fresh hell she would bring down on the both of them if they actively went after members of the Order, and she really didn't want them learning about Dana. As a zombie, she posed a tremendous risk and would likely be dispatched with extreme prejudice. Nobody knew if her condition was contagious, and the Order wasn't going to wait around to find out.

Dana removed the flask from her pocket and examined it closely. "It's stupid, but this feels really disappointing. One in five is a shitty success rate."

"I know you hate hearing this, but there's an eternity to correct it." She...