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
I winced while Jenks vigorously bobbed his head. “Point taken,” I said. “What do you think it will be? Witches?” I forced myself to not fidget, though Ivy could probably tell I was upset just by sniffing the air.
Ivy stretched until the red stone in her belly-button ring showed from under her black T-shirt. “Well, it won’t be the Weres,” she said as she reached one hand for the ceiling, the one in the cast bent over her head. “And no local vamps. Rynn would bury them alive.”
“Brooke said we had until sunup,” Jenks said grimly, wings going full tilt and sending a silver light to fill the empty sink. “That means out-of-state assassins. That’s where my pollen is. Tink’s a Disney whore, Rache. Can’t you go even one year without a price on your head?”
Tired, I skated my sock-footed toe around on the linoleum, staring at my book. I had until sunup to prep for who knew what. “I don’t mind leaving. I’m the one they want.”
Ivy smiled, a faint, amused expression, as she came closer. The width of the counter between us, she pulled out a second book and set it gently on the counter, her long fingers pale on the faded rough leather. “Leave? Just when it’s getting interesting?”
My eyebrows rose when she actually opened it. Seeing her brow furrowed and her lower lip between her teeth, I wondered if she knew how provocative she looked as she tried to understand a part of me that was as foreign to her as vampire lust was to me. Probably.
Jenks landed on the open pages, hands on his hips as he looked down. “David needs a couple more days to get your paperwork,” he said, eyes down. “We can keep you alive that long half asleep.”
“Besides,” Ivy said, looking up at me with calm brown eyes, “we don’t have anything better to do tomorrow. Wednesdays are always slow.”
I smiled, glad I had such good friends.
Nineteen
Nineteen
The wind was warm, and I could hear insect wings clattering in the tall grass as I sat beside Pierce in the vast golden field, content. Above my head, the amber seed heads of ripe wheat waved, and as I reached to tickle Pierce with a broken stalk, his eyes opened, shocking me with their deep blue depths. For an instant, Kisten gazed hotly at me, then his features melted and Pierce again took his place. The witch’s loose waves were in disarray, and his hat shadowed his face. “It’s almost sunrise,” he said, his accent making me smile. “Time to wake.”