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
“No, I can’t!” I exclaimed. “And it wasn’t just a moment of blood passion, it was an affirmation of what I feel for Kisten, so you can shove it, you little twit. I know what I’m doing,” I said. He opened his mouth to protest, and I threw my hands up in the air. “Okay, maybe I don’t, but I’m trying to figure this out. It’s all mixed up. The blood, the passion. It’s all mixed up, and I don’t know what to do!”
He was clearly taken aback, and I surged ahead, almost panicked. “I want Ivy to bite me.” I said. “It feels too damn good, and it would do both of us good. But the only way to do it safely is to sleep with her. And I’m not going to sleep with her just for the blood passion until I know what’s going on in my head. I never thought I’d like a girl—I mean, I’m straight, right? Is it the vamp scar that’s turning me on, or her? Do I love Ivy or just the way she can make me feel? There’s a difference, Jenks, and I’m not going to cheapen it if it’s only about the blood.” I knew my face was red, but he deserved to hear it all. “Ivy made a pass at me because she knows I make decisions by doing stuff and then thinking about it, not the other way around. Well, I’m doing different stuff, and look how messed up everything got. Isn’t this nice?” I said sarcastically, gesturing behind me at Ivy’s empty place.
Jenks’s wings went still, and he sat down on edge of the fudge plate. “Maybe you should try it,” he said, and a spike of adrenaline shot through me and was gone. “Just once,” he coaxed. “Sometimes the quickest way to find out who you are is to be that person for a while.”
I’d thought of that already, and it scared me. Slowly I brought my eyes to his. “Then why are you upset that I bit Kisten?” I said. “That’s me trying to be someone new. You think I would’ve done that a year ago? Why is it wrong when I try things with Kisten and not Ivy?”
His gaze went to her empty spot at the table. “Because Ivy loves you.”
My gut tightened. “So does Kisten.”
Jenks brought his knees to his chin and clasped his hands around his shins. “Ivy would die for you, Rachel. Kisten won’t. Put your emotions where they will keep you alive.”