Chapters (42)
- Title Page
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Kim Harrison
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
- Cover
The woman’s red hair glinted in the sun as she laughed. “Okay,” she said, tucking it away. “Watch them,” she warned. “Both of them. Neither one is thinking of anyone but himself … yet.”
I kind of figured that, and I nodded. Feeling like I was in control for the first time in years, I walked slowly to Nick’s car. My knees protested as I got in and slid to the middle of the long bench seat. Pierce got in after me and shut the door. It felt too close, but I didn’t care.
“Hi,” I said, looking at Nick smiling at me with his bloody nose, success making his eyes almost glint. “Does this thing move?”
“You’ve no idea, Rachel,” he said, putting an arm behind my shoulder for the moment it took to back up. Nodding, I eyed the extra levers on the dash, imagining the canisters of NOS that would fit in the huge trunk this thing had.
Pierce leaned close to my ear as we found the exit. “You should have gotten on the bus.”
“Why?” I said. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or turning the leprechaun down, or just that I loved seeing a plan fall together even if it wasn’t mine, but I was in a wonderful mood, sitting between two clever, dangerous men. “I don’t trust him if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said as we pulled out into traffic. “But you have to admit this is better than being on a plane to Alcatraz. Vivian wouldn’t be after me if they had someone ready to summon me back. I’m good for a while.”
Pierce made a low noise of disapproval deep in his chest, settling back into the seat and adjusting his hat low over his face as we drove deeper into the Hollows. “If you say so, mistress witch.”
Twelve
Twelve
I jerked awake when Nick’s car jiggled over some railroad tracks, snorting and wiping the corner of my mouth as I sat up. My eyes went to Jax thumping his feet against the rearview mirror, looking like his dad, and shifted back to the middle of the car. Crap, I’d fallen asleep against Pierce, but when I looked at him, I shocked myself when I saw Tom smiling at me from under his hat, eyebrows high and gaze questioning. Embarrassed, I turned my attention to the passing buildings. They were low and squat, dirty with neglect and apathy. Something told me we were still on the Cincinnati side of the river, and by the look of things, deep into human territory. It wasn’t the nicest part of town, and I eyed the idle people sitting outside nasty storefronts in the thin sun.
Nick’s gaze slid to me and back to the street. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”