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 room went silent but for pixy wings as I pulled out a vial, gave a sniff, and imagining the faint scent of tea mixing with the reek of burnt amber, I downed it. All eyes watched me as I made a face. “Tastes like lemon pop,” I lied, shoving the vial away and bringing the next out.
“I’m not drinking that,” Ivy predictably said, but this one smelled like horse under the burnt amber stench, and I handed it to Nick.
“Nothing happened,” he said, and I made a face at him like he was being stupid.
“I’ve not invoked it yet.” Dummy.
“Who takes the smut?” he asked as his fingers encircled the tiny vial, and Jenks bristled.
“I do, now drink it!” I said, handing Ivy the last one. “I’ll invoke them together. You uninvoke it by saying the invocation word again, so don’t say it until you mean it. Got it?”
Ivy hesitated, and Jenks got in her face. “Do it, you chicken-shit vamp!” he yelled, and she did.
My breath exploded out of me, and I touched the line, strengthening my grip on it. The thing was right next to me, and the hair on my arms was standing on end. Maybe the demons were watching, getting a good laugh.
I put my hands on Ivy’s and Nick’s shoulders, and said, “Quid me fiet!” What am I becoming? Yeah. It fit. It was a freaking demon curse. I’d made it, and I was using it.
Ivy jerked, and I held on to her, not letting her break my gaze as the magic cascaded over us together. Her eyes widened as she felt herself change, her own face going longer and thin, aging a decade or two, and her hair silvering. Her clothes, too, changed, becoming what I remembered from the last time I’d seen Dr. Anders. Dark slacks, white shirt, and a lab coat—no hint of a cast. Demon magic. You’ve got to love it. It was only a glamour, though, not her real body. Under my fingers, I could feel the hardened plaster.
“You’re Ceri!” she said, and feeling the magic soak in, I let go of her and dropped back.
“I take it,” I whispered, accepting the smut for all of them, and I stifled a shudder as I felt it lap over me, settling in like a blanket, smothering. I’d never be free of it.
Ivy turned to Nick. “You look like Trent,” she said. “My God, Rachel. How long have you been able to do this?”