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Chapters (76)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Kelley Armstrong and the Cainsville Series
  3. Also by Kelley Armstrong
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. DOWNWARD SPIRAL
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. OUTCLASSED
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. SEEING RED
  20. A REASONABLE MAN
  21. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  23. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  25. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  26. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  27. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  31. NOT EVIL
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  43. CURTAINS
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  48. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  57. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  58. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  59. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  60. GONE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  65. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  66. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  67. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  68. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  69. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  70. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  71. TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY
  73. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  74. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  75. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  76. About the Author

I stayed in that crib room as long as I could bear it, until I was certain there was no more to see. I walked in every direction, only to end up where I’d started. Then I walked into the hall and sat. Just sat, because for the first time in my life there was honestly nothing I could do, no action that would fix this, and that was, perhaps, the surest sign that I was, in fact, losing my mind.

My surrender didn’t last for long. I’m not sure if that’s a sign of sanity or sheer bullheaded insanity, banging my head against a brick wall and expecting it to crumble before I dashed out my brains. I redid the circuit, taking every possible route out of the crib room, only to end up back there. On my fourth return visit, I stepped inside to see a figure with his back to me.

I knew who it was. There was no disguising that back. God knows, I’d stood behind it often enough. The white shirt was rumpled. The shoes were brown . . . under black trousers. But there was still no denying who it was. Or who it was supposed to be.

Gabriel turned as my sneaker squeaked. When he saw me, his shoulders sagged, as if he’d been holding his breath. Then, “There you are,” with a note of impatience, as if I’d waltzed off five minutes ago. Maybe that should have told me it was really him, but I’d been in this place too long, seen too much that wasn’t there.

“What’s the first Sherlock quote you said to me?”

“What?” His brow furrowed. Then, “You’ve been having visions, and you think I’m one of them.”

No shit, I wanted to say, but I waited until he said, “The game’s afoot.” A twist of a smile. “Although, if I admit to it, that might seem proof it can’t really be me.”

“I’ll take it. Okay, so you’re here.” I glanced around. “You know the way out, I hope.”

From the look I got, this wasn’t the reaction he expected. And what did he expect? That I’d break down sobbing in gratitude that he’d finally come looking for me? Maybe that’s unfair. I was grateful, but I couldn’t forget that he’d taken almost two hours to reply to my frantic call for help.