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’s tub,” I said dryly, feeling gross. “A bucket of water? Soap? Paper towels? New jeans, a shirt, shoes and socks.”
“Underwear,” Jenks interrupted. “I’ll show you where she hides her sexy ones. How about a contraception charm. You got any of those in your cupboard, Rache?”
My expression blanked. Shit. I’ve got to get to a convenience store. My gaze went to Pierce, who was three shades lighter. Good. The feeling was mutual.
“Uh, no,” I stammered, trying to remember how long I had before I was going to ovulate. Twenty-four hours? Crap, I didn’t have time for this.
“I’ll stop at an apothecary,” Pierce said, clearly worried.
“A gas station would have it,” Jenks offered.
I stiffened. “I’m not going to trust a gas station charm!” I protested, and Jenks hovered backward, laughing. “Pierce, I know they have them at the grocery store three streets down.”
His blue eyes were relieved when they met mine. “The one where you get your emergency ice cream?”
My lips parted that he knew, but then he would if he’d been lurking at the church for a year as a ghost. “Yes,” I said slowly, wondering what he thought about Marshal. God, I must look like a whore. First Nick, then Kisten, followed by Marshal, and now him, all in the span of two years.
“I’ll pick one up,” he said firmly, not a hint of recrimination in his body language.
“Thanks.”
“Okay,” Jenks said snarkily, hands on his hips. “Now that we got the baby thing taken care of, how are you going to get close enough to give Trent his statue back without him or the coven taking a potshot at you? Rynn Cormel isn’t going to help. That’s why I flew all the way out here. Trent knows something is up. He’s got more security going into place than when the last presidential hopeful came through trying for the vamp vote.”
I turned to the unseen river, assessing what we had. “Is David back yet?” I asked, looking for a tree. There had been a deep hole in the ground in the hidey-hole that neither of us had used, and a tree would be a big improvement.
Jenks’s wings hummed. “No, but he is on the way.”