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Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  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. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  44. Chapter 2
  45. About the Author
  46. Also by Kim Harrison
  47. Credits
  48. About the Publisher

The rumble of Ivy’s cycle echoed in through the open transom windows, fading into the distant sound of traffic. I slowly let myself slide down the wall until I hit the floor, knees scrunched and trying to breathe. Okay, I thought, still feeling the promise of her resonating in me. Now what am I going to do?

FOURTEEN

The dry sifting of wings coming in the high windows drew my attention, and I stood, wiping the sweat from my neck. Jenks? Where had he been five minutes ago, and what in hell was I going to do now? Ivy had said she wouldn’t do anything again unless I started it, but could I stay in the church with that kiss resonating between us? Every time she looked at me, I’d be wondering what she was thinking. Maybe that was her intent?

“Hey, Rache,” Jenks called cheerfully as he dropped from the ceiling, “where’s Ivy going?”

“I don’t know.” Numb, I headed to the kitchen before he could see my state. Clearly his kid’s wings were okay. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” I said, rubbing my sore wrist. Crap, if it bruised, it would look great with my bridesmaid’s dress. At least I didn’t have a new bite mark to go with it.

“Ah, hell,” Jenks said, and I dropped my eyes when I saw his disapproving gaze. “It stinks in here. You pushed her again, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a question, and I walked without pause into the kitchen.

“You stupid-ass witch,” he said, shedding silver sparkles as he followed. “Is she coming back? You scare her off for good this time? What’s wrong with you? Can’t you leave it alone?”

“Jenks, shut up,” I said flatly, grabbing my forgotten bottled water and heading into the living room. The radio was in there. If I turned it high enough, I wouldn’t be able to hear him. “We talked, is all.” And she kissed me. “I got a few questions answered.” And with her messing with my scar at the same time, it felt really good. Shit. How was I supposed to figure this out? I thought I was straight. I was, wasn’t I? Or did I have “latent tendencies”? And if I did, were they really a convenient excuse for thinking with my G-spot? Was that what I was all about? Had I no depth at all?

He followed me into the empty living room, and I sat on the raised hearth, trying to remember how to think. I clicked on the radio to find happy, bouncy music, and I turned it off.

“Well?” Jenks landed on my knee, looking almost hopeful. But then his wings stilled and drooped when I sighed.