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
Ivy tensed, suddenly four feet deeper into the room and ready to hit whatever came through the door, but the feet continued on without a pause. Relief slumped my shoulders when someone shouted they’d hold the elevator.
Coming forward, Ivy cracked the door, and Jenks slipped out. She counted to ten and then pushed the door entirely open. “Let’s go,” she said, face grim. “We just spent all our luck.”
My knees were shaking at the near miss. They still didn’t know we were here. I hoped.
Nick was sober as he came into the brighter light, and after a quick look behind us, we continued forward. We found Jenks hovering at a juncture, and my heart sank. We were lost.
“That way,” Ivy said, pointing to the right, but Nick shook his head and pointed left.
“No,” he said, looking determined. “You’re right that magnetic resonances are capable of hiding the opening to the vault, but the vault isn’t where the resonances are being generated. The vault is where the line is being pulled out of its channel.”
Nick pointed the other way, and I sighed. God, not again. We’d already decided this.
A dangerous glint came into her already black eyes, Ivy said, “Fine, you go that way, I’m going the other. To the vault.”
“We are not separating,” I said, thinking Nick would rat us out.
“Trent won’t put his vault next to a magnetic resonator where people work every day,” Nick said irately. “The resonator is warping the nearby ley line, and where the line dips, that’s where the vault will be, not the resonator itself. Watch, I’ll prove it.”
He turned to me, surprising me when he said, “Rachel? We’re too deep for a line, right?” I nodded, and he added, “Reach for one.” My eyebrows went up, and he said, “Just do it!”
“All right, all right,” I muttered, relaxing just enough to do it. We were too deep for me to reach a ley line. Three stories at least. But my breath caught when I felt the faintest glimmer of strength not that far ahead and to the left. “I don’t get it!” I whispered, telling Jenks with my head toss to get the camera’s looping on the left corridor, and he buzzed off. “We’re too deep.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ivy grumped, but when Jenks’s ultrasonic wing scrape made my eyeballs hurt, I started forward.
“It’s just devious enough to be true,” I said dryly. They couldn’t hear the pixy signals. Lucky them.