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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

I fought to not twist my fingers from him, but I knew he wasn’t going to call my bluff. He was scared of her, too. Besides, I didn’t know how to call her. I’d have to go through Minias, and I knew he wouldn’t agree to it, whether he owed me a favor or not.

“I want something,” he whispered, his eyes finding mine. “And I’ll pay you well for it, but it’s not the focus. Wouldn’t you like that? To be free of my mark? To be free of me?”

I stared at him as we danced. He wanted something from me? Not the focus? Feeling ill, I moved my hand to his shoulder. My unfocused gaze on Ellasbeth and Trent shifted as Al turned us. I felt disconnected, short of breath. Al leaned in, and I did nothing, numb.

“I don’t want the focus,” he breathed, his words ruffling my hair, “but since you brought it up, you are in a spot of trouble.” He hesitated, coming even closer. “I can help you there.”

Jerked out of my thoughts, I pulled back. His gloved fingers gripped harder, and his eyes were stern with the warning to stay where I was. “I don’t think you can keep it a secret much longer,” he cautioned. “And, you aren’t strong enough to hold it on your own once the world knows you have it. What will you do, silly girl?”

“Don’t call me that,” I said, then went cold as I put it together. He didn’t want anyone knowing I had it? Damn. He was the one killing the Weres.

Alarmed, my eyes widened and I twisted my hand, only to have his grip tighten until it hurt. “You’re killing Weres to keep it quiet that I’ve got it?” I said, my dance movements going stiff. “You killed Mr. Ray’s secretary and Mrs. Sarong’s accountant to warn them off?”

Throwing back his head, Al laughed. Eyes were on us, but as in high school, where the football star gets away with whatever he wants, no one intervened, frightened.

“No,” Al said, confidence flowing from him as he reveled in the power he had simply by what he was. “I’m not killing them to protect you. That is delightful. I know who is, though. If they should find it, they would have no qualms about killing you for it. And that would really piss me off.”

My first impetus to get away from him faltered. “You know who’s killing the Weres?”