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
He landed on the counter, arms crossed over his chest and his wings a blur of agitation. “That doesn’t make it right,” he said, sounding sullen. “You knew it would bother her.”
Pissed, I slammed my hand on the counter to make him jump into the air. “I can’t live my life by what bothers Ivy! Kist is my boyfriend! Ivy making a pass at me didn’t change that, and I’ll have sex with who I want and how I want, damn it!”
His feet touched the counter, and his wings went still. Guilt hit me hard as I looked at him standing there. I wished he were bigger so I could give him a hug and tell him it was going to be all right, anything to get that terrible look of betrayal and anger off him. But he just stared.
Sighing, I swung a chair around. I sat on it backward and put my folded arms on the counter, slumping to get my eyes on the same level as his. He wouldn’t look at me. “Jenks,” I said softly, and he sneered, wings coming alive. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll find her and explain.” I reached out, letting my hand fall to curve protectively around him. “She’ll understand,” I said, gazing at the cake and hearing the guilt in my voice. “She has to.”
He looked at me, his arms uncrossing. “But she left,” he said plaintively.
My hand beside him moved in a motion of exasperation. “You know how she can be. She just needs to cool off. Maybe she went to spend the weekend at Skimmer’s?”
“She took her computer.”
Glancing at the empty space, I winced. “She couldn’t have found out that fast. What time did she leave?”
“Right before midnight.” He stopped pacing and looked at me sideways. “It was really weird. Like that movie where the guy gets a call and it triggers a set of actions programmed into him years ago? What’s the name of that movie?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, glad he wasn’t yelling at me anymore. She couldn’t have left because of this. Kisten and I hadn’t even had dinner yet by midnight.
“She wouldn’t answer me,” he said. He resumed pacing, and I watched, wondering how much of his outburst had been worry for Ivy finding an easy outlet in anger at me. “She just packed her clothes and her computer and her music and left.”
My eyes went to the fridge and the empty tomato magnet. “She took our picture.”
“Yeah.”