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Chapters (42)
  1. EVERY
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-one
  25. Twenty-two
  26. Twenty-three
  27. Twenty-four
  28. Twenty-five
  29. Twenty-six
  30. Twenty-seven
  31. Twenty-eight
  32. Twenty-nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-one
  35. Thirty-two
  36. Thirty-three
  37. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  38. Chapter 2
  39. About the Author
  40. Praise for KIM HARRISON’sprevious Rachel Morgan novelsDEAD WITCH WALKING andTHE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UNDEAD
  41. Also by Kim Harrison
  42. About the publisher

Pleased, I sat on my bed and snapped my boots up, leaving the last few inches open so I could walk easier. I didn’t want to get excited about going out with Kisten, but the chance to dress up and have a good time had been so infrequent lately that it was hard not to. I told myself that I could be going out with the girls and still feel like this. It wasn’t Kisten; it was just going out.

Wanting a second opinion, I went clattering into the hall in search of Ivy. The memory of her fighting Piscary off in her mind was very real. The undead vampire had given up as soon as Quen was gone, but she had been very subdued the rest of the day, refusing to talk about it as she helped me clean the kitchen. She didn’t want me going out with Kisten now, and I was inclined to agree with her that it was a stupid idea. But it wasn’t as if I couldn’t fight Kisten off. He had said he wouldn’t bite me, and I wasn’t about to let a moment of passion change my mind. Not now. Not ever.

I ran my hand down my sparkling party dress as I entered the living room, hesitating for Ivy’s inspection. Curled up on the couch, she looked up from her magazine. I couldn’t help but notice she was on the same page as when I had gone in to change thirty minutes ago.

“What do you think?” I said, making a slow circle and feeling tall in my spike-heeled boots.

She sighed, closing her magazine on her finger to mark the page. “I think it’s a mistake.”

My brow furrowed and I looked down at myself. “Yeah, you’re right,” I said as my thoughts went to my closet. “I’ll put on something else.”

I turned to leave, and she threw her magazine across the room to hit the wall before me. “That’s not what I meant!” she exclaimed, and I spun, startled.

Ivy’s oval face was creased and her thin eyebrows pinched as she sat up in her chair, fidgeting. “Rachel…” she cajoled, and I knew where this conversation was going.

“I’m not going to let him bite me,” I said, becoming angry. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. And after this afternoon, you can be damned sure his teeth aren’t going to get anywhere near me.”