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 rims of Pierce’s ears were red, and he flicked his gaze to me and away. “Remind me to tell you about my aunt Sara someday,” he said, the words deep in his throat.
My eyebrows went up, and Pierce exhaled, seeming to settle himself. “It sounds like an almighty good scheme. And when you are naked in front of all creation, how will you give Kalamack the statue?”
“I thought you could throw it to me?” I said hesitantly, and Pierce laughed.
Thirty-four
Thirty-four
I didn’t like being small. And I was just small, I wasn’t a pixy. Unlike Jenks, I didn’t have a quick escape if Pierce stumbled other than to grab a silky fold of his vest and hope he didn’t squish me when he fell down. If being small in the garden was bad, being small in the streets of Cincy was terrifying. Everything was loud, big, and heavy. I honestly didn’t know how Jenks survived. About the only pleasant thing to have come out of this so far was that I was clean—really clean—again. I didn’t even care that I was hairy once more.
Jenks had stayed with me while Pierce jumped back to the church for the size-down curse and something small for me to wear to go with it, and I glanced down at the exquisite light green silk that fluttered about my bare feet in the draft of our motion. I was guessing it belonged to one of Jenks’s daughters, and I held a hand to the low neckline as I began to feel seasick at Pierce’s quick pace. I didn’t have a scrap of red on, and it worried me.
Jenks was quiet as he stood beside me on Pierce’s shoulder. He wasn’t wearing any red either, dressed for work in his usual skintight black silk and thin-soled high boots. If we entered another pixy’s territory without red on, we’d be accused of poaching and might find ourselves attacked. His wings were a depressed blue even as they hummed to maintain his balance, but he stood ready to grab me and fly if anything should happen.
The heat of the city felt good, and I shivered when Pierce hit the shade of a tall building. He was getting nervous, and the smell of the witch overpowered the stink of the city. I breathed him in, liking the redwood scent and the bite of shoe polish. He’d taken the time for a hasty shower at the church before borrowing Ivy’s sister’s car and coming out to find me, and the smell of soap mingled with the silk scent of his heavily patterned vest. Looking at him, you’d never know he had a chunk of elf porn in his pocket as he gave everyone we passed a nod.