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
My head was bobbing. I had to get Trent and the coven together at the same time or this wouldn’t work. The FIB was going to be my neutral ground. “We can work with this,” I said as I spun around to them and pulled my blanket back where it belonged before it could slip any farther. Ivy was out, Glenn was in, David was on the way … and Pierce was here to help. I was sure his protective instincts had been ratcheted up because of last night, and I hoped it wasn’t going to cause more problems than he might solve. But as I listened to the wind in the trees and felt the warmth of the sun on my feet, all of the fatigue and terror of last night shifted to the background of my existence. If I worked this right, the next few hours might bring a return of my honor, vindication in my beliefs … and freedom.
“Jenks,” I said, feeling the wind find its way under the blanket. “Did Ceri leave that charm to go small that she made for Ivy?”
I glanced at Pierce as Jenks darted up and down in the sun like a yoyo. “No way!” he shrilled. “Rache, you going small again?”
Tugging the blanket tighter, I nodded. “Yup. Just to get close, and then I’ll untwist it. It’s a demon curse, so it won’t trigger any charm detectors. Pierce can carry us in looking like Tom Bansen. The guy was in the I.S. Jenks, you can fly me up the rest of the way to Trent, and then pow! I give Trent his statue.”
“Pow, you’ll be naked!” Jenks exclaimed, sifting a bright gold dust. “On camera, in front of a couple thousand people.”
It wasn’t the thousands of people I was worried about—it was Trent, and I winced at Pierce’s aghast expression. “It will be all over the news across the country,” I said, feeling uncomfortable under his stare. “I’ll probably make the late show. And because of it, the coven won’t be able to kill me and hide me in a hole.” I looked down at my dirty, cold feet, showing from under the blanket. “At least not for a week and they find something else to sensationalize,” I finished softly.
God, my mother would be mortified, but then maybe not. She had grown up in the sixties. She’d probably call her friends.
Pierce still hadn’t said anything, and I felt a quiver of worry. I had too many exes, and now I was going to go naked in front of local TV, sure to be syndicated around the country. But if I was naked, they probably wouldn’t shoot me. “You okay with this?” I asked Pierce, hating that my voice went up.