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
I closed my mind to Al and pulled my hand from the glass. The sudden disconnection jolted through me, and I started. Feeling haunted, I first looked at Ivy, then Pierce, then Jenks, who was white faced and spilling a sickly green dust. Last, I looked at Nick, standing behind that chair both angry and frightened. Jax was on his shoulder with his wings folded submissively. If Al knew Nick had summoned me, the demon would actively work to take him out—close the hole of information rather than trade our names back as we had agreed.
Ivy uncrossed her arms, glancing at Nick and then back to me. “What did he want?”
I held Nick’s attention, shivering as the adrenaline washed out and the last twenty hours fell heavy on me. “Just Nick.”
Nine
Nine
Water cascaded off me as I stood up in Ivy’s tub, my knees throbbing from the moist heat. It was steamy in here, with the mirror fogged, and Matalina sifting yellow dust to keep her wings dry as she sat on the towel rack and knitted. Ivy’s fluffy black towel was soft against my red, scraped skin, and I awkwardly tried to get the stopper undone with my toes, finally giving up and reaching for it and feeling everything protest. I’d soaked long enough to wash between my toes once and my hair twice. I’d be in there still, but I was starving. Nick’s voice was faint through the walls. Matalina’s lips pressed together as she listened to the conversation, but it was too indistinct for me. I wasn’t ready to deal with him or Pierce, and I was hoping to make the dash to my room unnoticed.
Nick was our unwilling guest since he could summon me at will after dark, an intolerable situation to Ivy. Jenks wanted me to give Nick to Al on the principle that he was a douche bag. I doubted Ivy would say anything if I went along with it, but I wasn’t going to give Nick to Al. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Besides, my safety would last only until the coven found someone else who knew Al’s summoning name. What I needed was my own name back.
I sighed as the towel found every scrape and abrasion, my eyes falling on the ugly canvas slip-on shoes beside the toilet. I couldn’t help but wonder who had my kick-butt boots, my jeans, my underwear … my red leather coat sticky with strawberries. Gone.