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
Seeing my raised eyebrows, Al brushed himself off and tugged his frock coat straight. I went to say something, then hesitated, staring slack-jawed at the chaos the once orderly room was in. Al’s light wasn’t bright, but the damage was obvious. One cabinet was a burnt ruin, the books covered with a brown slime. Scorch marks went all the way to the ceiling.Firewood littered the floor among the shattered remains of the slate table. The tapestry of shadowy shapes I swore moved when I wasn’t looking was slumped in a corner, exposing the wall it had once hidden. The stone was twisted, as if something had melted the wall trying to get in or out, but I’d bet the damage was old and not from Pierce.
A huge chunk of rock was missing from the circular fire pit, and I searched the mess until I found it against Al’s largest, now-dented spell pot. Above it, the candle chandelier was dark, the candles having melted into splattered puddles that had completely ruined the dark cushions running atop the stone bench about the central fireplace.
“Pierce did this?” I breathed as Al tried to yank open a drawer, the tight wood not giving an inch.
“Adaperire!” he shouted, and my hands jumped to my zipper, yanking it back up again as every door, cupboard, and box suddenly opened.
“Your boyfriend is a pain in the ass,” he said, looking embarrassed as he plucked three black candles from the drawer.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I gingerly touched the goo on the books to find that, like Jenks’s dust, it came away cleanly, rolling into a ball and falling to the floor. Where the goo was, the fire hadn’t burned. Clearly Al had used it to protect his precious spell library.
Al looked at the empty mantel where the candlestick holders used to be, his expression going tighter yet. “Rachel, be a dear and see if you can find the sconces? I believe they’re at the tapestry. That’s where he was when I threw them at him.”
I couldn’t help my smile as I crossed the room. No wonder Al had been ticked.
“There’s nothing funny about destroying my kitchen,” the demon said as I used my foot to feel the crumpled tapestry and look for the metal candle holders. I didn’t want to touch the oily fabric that had been hiding a melted wall.
Finally I found one of the holders, and using a chunk of burnt firewood, I levered the tapestry up, shuddering when the colors shifted to hide underneath. I wasn’t going to reach under there, so I flipped it over.