Chapters (42)
- EVERY
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- 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
- The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
- Praise for KIM HARRISON’sprevious Rachel Morgan novelsDEAD WITCH WALKING andTHE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UNDEAD
- Also by Kim Harrison
- About the publisher
You didn’t answer my question. “Okay. Do you know if you’ll be back by the solstice, or should I give your ticket to…someone else?” I hadn’t meant to hesitate. It just happened. It was obvious Nick had heard it, too, given his silence. A seagull cried in the background. He was on a beach? He was at a bar on a beach and I was dodging black charms in cold slush?
“Why don’t you do that,” he said finally, and I felt as if someone punched me in the gut. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be here.”
“Sure,” I whispered.
“I miss you, Rachel,” he said, and I closed my eyes.
Please don’t say it, I thought. Please.
“But I’m feeling much better. I’ll be home soon.”
It was exactly what Jenks had told me he would say, and my throat closed up. “I miss you, too,” I said, feeling betrayed and lost all over again. He said nothing, and after three heartbeats, I stepped into the breach. “Well, Ivy and I are going shopping. She’s in the car.”
“Oh.” He sounded relieved, the bastard. “I won’t keep you. Um, I’ll talk to you later.”
Liar. “All right. ’Bye.”
“I love you, Rachel,” he whispered, but I hung up as if I hadn’t heard. I didn’t know if I could answer him anymore. Miserable, I pulled my hand from the receiver. My red nail polish looked bright against the black plastic. My fingers were trembling and my head hurt.
“Then why did you leave instead of telling me what’s wrong?” I asked the empty room.
I exhaled with a measured slowness to try to wash the tension from me. I was going shopping with Ivy. I wouldn’t ruin it by brooding about Nick. He was gone. He wasn’t coming back. He felt better when he was a time zone away from me; why would he come back?
Hitching my bag higher up my shoulder, I headed for the front. The pixies were still clustered at the windows in small knots. Jenks was somewhere else, for which I was grateful. He’d only tell me “I told you so” if he had heard my conversation with Nick.
“Jenks! You have command of the ship!” I shouted as I opened the front door, and a smile, faint but real, crossed me when a piercing whistle emanated from my desk.