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
Above me, Pierce took a breath as I felt him tap a line, but he jerked when Ivy grabbed his arm with a white-knuckled strength. “Keep her safe,” she threatened.
“Ivy!” I shouted, or squeaked, rather, and Ivy’s brow furrowed. Jih flitted a nervous arc between him and Ceri, Pierce’s clothes still in her arms.
“No, I’ll allow that’s fair,” Pierce said, his gaze flicking to me and then back to Ivy’s grip on him. “I’m by no means the biggest toad in the puddle when it comes to magic, but Rachel will be safe. See that you do your part in keeping the garden safe.” He touched her hand, and she jerked away at the pulse of green-tinted ever-after. “The coven will assume failure shortly, and I don’t want to be burned alive from a fireball shot from a passing carriage.” Frowning, he took a step back as Ivy rubbed her hand. “Non sum qualis eram.”
A film of black ever-after coated him. His eyes widened, and then he was gone, his clothes collapsing in a pile. My hair shifted as they hit the ground beside me, and my pulse hammered. He had taken the smut on himself. I knew without asking. I owed him, but he was probably not going to see it that way.
Jih hovered over Pierce’s old clothes, calling out before she dropped his new ones from about a foot up. The young woman was flustered when she flew back to me, her hands going out to my hair almost before she landed. “Let me fix it,” she said. “Quick, before he gets here.”
“It’s fine, Jih,” I complained, but she tsk-tsked me, slapping my reaching hands when they got too close to her work.
“It’s awful,” she pronounced, making me feel like a Neanderthal next to her lithe grace. “But it won’t be if you would be quiet and let me do this.”
Chafing at the wait, I held still while Ceri and Ivy peered down at Pierce’s clothes and waited for him to emerge. Jih quickly braided my hair into a complicated knot that would at least keep it from getting into my face with all the wind from pixy wings and shrinking men. “Now you look better,” the pixy said, her grief abating slightly in the task of caring for another.