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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Keep Reading ...
  64. Also by Derek Landy
  65. About the Publisher

“Hell Night’s not going to happen.”

“I have faith,” said Benjamin. “Chief Novak’s a good man. He’ll make sure it continues, now that the mayor’s dead.”

“So we’re going to wait until you shift, and then what? Then you’ll kill me?”

Benjamin shook his head. “It won’t be me. It’ll be him. The demon.”

“It’ll be you,” Amber said angrily. “It’ll still be you, Benjamin.”

“No, you’re wrong. I can’t control him when he takes over.”

“You’ll kill me,” she said. “If you change, you’ll kill me.”

“He’ll kill you.”

“You’re the one who’ll be pulling that trigger, just like you’re the one keeping me here right now. This is murder, Benjamin. You will be murdering me.”

“No. It’s not like that.”

“Don’t do this. Let me go.”

“I can’t.”

Every fibre of her being wanted to shift, but she stayed as she was. “Then shoot me,” said Amber. “If you’re going to do it, do it. I’d rather be murdered by a human being than a demon.”

“I’m not a killer.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll be, Benjamin. Why waste time? You have the gun, so do it.”

“No,” said Benjamin. “No, we’ll just wait. We’ll wait here.”

“I’m not waiting,” she told him, her lip curling into a snarl. “If you’re going to kill me, be a man and kill me. Otherwise, I’m walking out that door.”

“Don’t move, Amber, please.”

“I’m walking out that goddamn door.”

“Please don’t make me do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything, Benjamin. You can put down the gun and let me walk out of here. You can let me take my chances outside. This doesn’t have to end with you and me. We’re not enemies.”

“I’m warning you …”

“You’re not going to shoot me, Benjamin,” Amber said, and stepped forward.

The blast filled the room and Amber felt a tug in her belly, and all at once her legs didn’t work and she was on her back, gasping.

Numb fingers scrabbled at her jacket, pulling it open. Blood was already pouring from the wound above her navel, soaking through her shirt. She tried pressing her hands against it. The blood kept coming.

“Just wait here,” she heard Benjamin mumble. “We’ll just wait here and it’ll all be over soon.”

The bullet must have gone straight through because there was more blood leaking from her back. She was lying in an ever-growing pool of her own blood and now the pain was coming. It flared suddenly and Amber cried out.

“Hush,” said Benjamin. “Just hush now. It’ll be all right. You shouldn’t have done that. I told you not to move and you moved. Why did you do that? Why did you make me shoot you?”