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 gargoyle nodded, but I didn’t hear what he said as everyone protested at once.
“Have you been sniffing fairy farts?” Jenks shouted.
“You can’t jump. You don’t know how,” Pierce said.
“You’re going to get yourself killed!” Ivy said, more angry than afraid. “Al’s going to think you gave Pierce that gun, and you want to parade in, telling him he can’t have Brooke?”
“Yup.” I put my elbows on the counter to have my head even with Bis’s. “I might be able to create some goodwill between me and the coven if I’m not too late. They can’t help Brooke—they probably don’t even know she’s in trouble.”
Ceri was standing at the back of the kitchen, her uncertainty clear. “I’m coming with you,” Pierce stated, coming around the center counter to join me.
“You’re going to help me save Brooke?” I said. “From Al? After you tried to shoot him? I don’t think so. You’re staying here. I don’t need you when I’m with Al.”
Pierce went to protest, and I raised a pain amulet. “Unless you want to take your beating like a man?” I said, and he dropped back. I’m no one’s ward to be babysat.
“You can’t jump,” Pierce warned me. “Bis can, but not with you!”
“What can it hurt to try?” I said confidently, and Bis shivered his wings, clearly eager. “Al himself said I was slipping into a line, and I didn’t have a gargoyle helping. It’s just a local jump. It’s not like I’m trying to shift realities.”
“Rachel …,” he growled, but I wasn’t listening. Ivy wasn’t happy, and Ceri looked just as worried. I had to get out of here or they were going to sit on me.
“Glad we got that settled,” I said brightly. “Bis, we’re out of here.”
Jenks rose, horrified as Bis took to the air. “Rache! Pierce says you’re not ready—”
But I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t have to. I had been snatched, jailed, drugged, and treated as less than a person. I doubted very much I could save Brooke, but the attempt might be enough to get the rest of the coven to listen to me. Besides, I did have to talk to Al.
Bis landed on my shoulder, his light weight barely recognizable. His tail wrapped around my neck, and his wings cupped behind my head, unexpectedly funneling the shouts of protest. I reeled—every line in Cincinnati was singing, and through Bis, I could hear them.