Chapters (76)
- Cover
- Praise for Kelley Armstrong and the Cainsville Series
- Also by Kelley Armstrong
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- DOWNWARD SPIRAL
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- OUTCLASSED
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- SEEING RED
- A REASONABLE MAN
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- NOT EVIL
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CURTAINS
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- GONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- About the Author
I heard Gabriel sigh. This was going to be a long conversation.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
We didn’t get anything more from Patrick. Nothing useful, at least. He suggested I begin with the Cwn Annwn. Not that he had any reason to actually suspect them, but it was a place to start. Except, you know, I shouldn’t actually attempt to contact them, because that wouldn’t be wise.
“We will have to speak to one of the Huntsmen,” I said to Gabriel as we left Patrick’s.
“I would agree.”
“They’ve invited me to make contact, but they haven’t exactly left a cell number.” I took the boar’s tusk from my pocket, rubbed it, and squeezed my eyes shut. “I’d like to speak to the guy in charge.” I opened my eyes and looked around. “Nope, that’s not it.”
Gabriel’s lips twitched in a smile. “We’ll figure it out.”
“I hope so.”
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After that, I talked to Larry. He hoped I’d “work out whatever I needed to work out” and come back to Cainsville. I didn’t say much to that. I couldn’t.
Gabriel and I detoured to the prison to get my car. We also tried again to see Todd. Nothing had changed. If some branch of the fae Mafia was blocking me, it was doing so at a level high enough that I couldn’t dodge around it.
I’d just made it to my car when Ricky called. I put him on speaker and followed Gabriel’s car from the lot.
“I want to see you tonight,” he said as I drove.
“Um, good, considering that’s what we had planned.”
Two seconds of silence told me those plans had changed.
“Club business?” I asked.
“Yeah. Just a private meeting with my dad. Stuff we can’t discuss on the phone. He needs me to come by at nine, which is going to totally fuck up our evening. Unless I can convince you to come with.”
“To the clubhouse?”
A shuffle in the background. I could hear the distant murmur of voices. Still at school, then, taking a moment between classes.
He continued. “We discussed you making an appearance at the club, just coming by, hanging out, showing the guys . . . you know.”
“That I don’t think I’m too good for them.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
What I’d just learned from Patrick was huge. Overwhelming, too. I needed time to clear my head so I could work it through. Spending the evening in a biker clubhouse was pretty much guaranteed to be all the distraction I needed.
“I’ll come tonight.”
“Thank you.”
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