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
Her last words sounded accusing, and I sat on the edge of the couch. “We know you used a curse to kill the fairy clan. I’ll be honest with you. A reassessment is not necessarily a good thing, but you’ll be given a chance to come in peacefully before we take action again. If you force this from a quiet acquisition to a public one, we’ll bring your family into it.”
Son of a bitch. I stiffened as I thought of my mother in Portland.
“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” she said, “except maybe to thank you for trying. With Brooke, I mean. I may be a lot of things, but a liar isn’t among them, and I wanted you to know that I’m not behind that accusation. Brooke did it to herself.”
The message clicked off, and I scrambled to save it, exhaling when I hit the right button. Snapping the phone closed, I slumped back to stare at the empty rafters with not a speck of dust or cobweb on them. Frustrated, I tossed the phone to the table for Jenks to debug later. I’m glad she believed me, but what good was it going to do?
Sighing, I levered myself up and headed back to the kitchen to finish up the plans. I wasn’t keen on testing Trent’s security, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I had to get my shunning removed. To do that, I had to survive the coven. They weren’t going to back down unless I got Trent to vouch for me without signing that lame-ass paper of his. Which meant blackmail at the worst, and uneasy truce at the best. I was hoping for the truce, but after that Pandora charm had gone deadly, I didn’t have a problem with the blackmail.
Getting into Trent’s fortress was going to be the easy part. Getting out would be the kicker. But having Ivy and Jenks with me would make this as easy as falling off a log.
Right into the pit of snakes.
Thirty
Thirty
I’d never been to Trent’s primary stables, just his foaling stables a stone’s throw away. But the rough-cut boards and smell of hay still felt familiar after the Pandora charm, even if the memory had almost killed me. It made stealing from Trent really easy on my conscience. Stupid elf. I waited in the glow of the security light, feeling exposed with my back pressed against the vertical boards. There was no moon, but there was nowhere to hide either, and I listened to a sitcom come down from an open window on the second floor. Breeding racehorses, Trent forced an early April foaling, so the staff on hand here would be correspondingly small.