Chapters (48)
- Title Page
- 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
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
- Chapter 2
- About the Author
- Also by Kim Harrison
- Credits
- About the Publisher
The last of my tension eased, and I wondered if I should take my caps off. “Anything?” I whispered, surprised at how natural they felt. I’d forgotten I had them on.
“Yeah, anything,” he said. “Go to sleep. You haven’t had a good sleep in days.”
Safe in Kisten’s arms, I closed my eyes, feeling more secure than I had since my dad had died. Only now did I feel the gentle movement of the boat, rocking me into oblivion. I was sated in mind and body and soul. Kisten’s arm was over me. It was like the warmest comforter on the coldest morning. I exhaled, finding a peace I hadn’t known I’d been missing.
And as I hovered in a curious mix of waking and sleep, I heard Kisten sigh, his fingers still gentling the hair about my forehead. “Don’t leave us, Rachel,” he whispered, clearly not aware I was still awake. “I don’t think Ivy or I could survive it.”
TWENTY
Standing at the church’s door in the early-afternoon sun, I shifted the shiny paper sack of three-dollar pastries and wedged the foam container of brewed gourmet coffee into the crook of my elbow. One hand free, I managed the latch and pushed on the heavy door. The strap to my shoulder bag slipped to my elbow to throw me off balance, but my held breath eased out when it opened. Thank God it wasn’t bolted. Ivy would hear me for sure if I had to come in the back.
Listening, I pushed the door wider. My stomach was upset. I’d like to say it was from lack of sleep, but I knew it was from how the next hour was going to play out. Kisten hadn’t broken my skin, but Ivy was going to be pissed, especially after being so clear yesterday. One way or another, my life was going to change—in the next sixty minutes.
Letting Kisten face the fallout wasn’t going to happen either. Ivy was my roommate; it had been my decision. And after I had quelled my minor panic attack in Kisten’s bathroom this morning, I’d convinced him to let me tell her. She wanted a relationship with me, and if I came in unrepentant and matter-of-fact, she’d hide her feelings until she could deal with them. If he came to her meek and guilty, she’d get mad and do who knew what. Besides, Ivy had shown me what she could offer, then walked out the door. What did she expect me to do? Be celibate with Kisten while I figured it all out? Kisten had been my boyfriend first.
But she was my friend, and her feelings mattered.