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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

“Oh.” He hesitated, and I felt a tingle between us. “I think we should just go in,” he said, his eyes on the wooden door.

Nodding, I pushed the door open.

Twenty-four

Twenty-four

Jenks’s front door opened to a black tunnel slightly larger than the door itself. We had to step down to enter, and the unusually deep drop jarred all the way up my spine. It was dark but for the light coming in behind us, and there was no echo. The air smelled of ginger, and my clenched jaw eased. There was a tweak on my awareness, and a soft glow grew at Pierce’s feet. It was that mundane ley-line light charm he knew, and I gingerly picked it up, able to handle the globe where Pierce couldn’t. If he tried, his aura would probably break the charm. The ball of ever-after was cool to the touch, and slippery, as if it was going to ooze right through my fingers.

Pierce took his hat off and shut the door behind us. Wonder crossed him, and I followed his gaze to the ceiling and walls. Pixy dust coated everything, catching the light and throwing it back to make it brighter yet. Grooves had been carved to collect the pixy dust, and they glowed the brightest to show fantastic patterns of swirls and spirals. It was singularly beautiful, and I wondered that it had all been made in less than two years. Jenks’s family was amazing.

“Jenks?” I called softly, remembering we hadn’t been invited in. Pierce’s hand landed on my shoulder, heavy with warning. “Wait.”

I turned in protest, only to watch as a green-tinted bubble of ever-after snapped into existence around us. “Holy crap!” I shouted, pressing into him when a wasp as big as my entire upper body landed on the circle, stinger probing the bubble for a way in. “What in hell is that!”

Pierce put an arm around me so I wouldn’t hit his circle. “That’s a rip-roaring fine guard dog, that’s what that is,” he said, and the scent of redwood hit me hard. “I don’t think we would smell right even if we swam in pixy dust,” Pierce muttered, and I silently agreed, thinking Pierce smelled fine just the way he was.

I wasn’t afraid of wasps, but the thing was the size of a goose, crawling over the bubble with its wings at an angry tilt. “I’m going to fry it on the count of three,” I said, thinking that enough raw ever-after energy ought to stun it at least. Why I didn’t balk at killing a wasp was simple—wasps weren’t intelligent. “One, two, three!”