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Chapters (42)
  1. Title Page
  2. One
  3. Two
  4. Three
  5. Four
  6. Five
  7. Six
  8. Seven
  9. Eight
  10. Nine
  11. Ten
  12. Eleven
  13. Twelve
  14. Thirteen
  15. Fourteen
  16. Fifteen
  17. Sixteen
  18. Seventeen
  19. Eighteen
  20. Nineteen
  21. Twenty
  22. Twenty-one
  23. Twenty-two
  24. Twenty-three
  25. Twenty-four
  26. Twenty-five
  27. Twenty-six
  28. Twenty-seven
  29. Twenty-eight
  30. Twenty-nine
  31. Thirty
  32. Thirty-one
  33. Thirty-two
  34. Thirty-three
  35. Thirty-four
  36. Thirty-five
  37. Thirty-six
  38. Acknowledgements
  39. Also by Kim Harrison
  40. Copyright
  41. About the Publisher
  42. Cover

“She’s stronger than you,” Lee said to her, his fingers moving in a subtle ley-line charm to make my skin prickle. “And she asked for my help. She didn’t dart me like an animal and drag me from my business meeting. Bitch.” He knelt beside me, and the scent of redwood grew stronger. “Upsy daisy, Rachel. We need to find a phone. They took mine.”

“She took mine, too,” I whispered as he put an arm under my shoulder and lifted. Lee smelled good as I slid into him. Really good, like redwood and the sea, and I shoved my face into his chest. “You smell nice,” I said, giggling, then whooped when he stood and my feet scrabbled for purchase. He’d picked up my gun, and I reached for it even as my knees wobbled.

“And you weigh more than you look,” he grumbled, staggering as my balance shifted.

I could feel the energy in him tingle between us where we touched. His hands were like sparks of sensation, the curse he had prepped but not invoked hovering an inch off his skin, rubbing my aura like a power pull. Or maybe it was just the drugs.

Brooke fumed. “Don’t be stupid, Saladan,” she threatened, pulling out a phone and hitting a button. Though I was half out of my mind, I thought it telling that she was afraid to face him alone. She was afraid he might know black magic. How smart was it that our highest-ranking affiliation of witches intentionally kept themselves so clean that they couldn’t stand up to one black-arts spell unless they were in a group?

Lee wasn’t fazed by her threats, and he took on more of my weight as he edged us around one of the downed men. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said as I got my arms around his neck and lost control of my legs. Not missing a beat, Lee hoisted me up and dropped my gun into my lap. “There is nothing you can do that could be worse than what happened to me in the ever-after,” he said, me in his arms. “So what if she might be a demon? She was born on our side of the lines. I’d like to have her as a friend. Go ahead and put me in Alcatraz. At least I’d be safe there from what’s coming.”