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Back For a Few Demons More
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 trailed my hand along the wall as I went to sit in Ivy’s chair. The scent of vampire incense made me feel even worse. I had to stop living my life as if it were a game. I had to start buying insurance, or I wouldn’t live to hear my mother complain about the lack of grandchildren. Though it twisted my gut, I was going to give Piscary the focus to put into hiding, to bribe him into not killing me. Then I was going to rescue Lee to get Al back where he belonged and Trent off my case. Might as well start there, I thought, sitting up and taking a deep breath. Al, I could take care of later. After dark.

“Trent,” I said, closing my eyes in a long blink as I felt my sense of right and wrong take a hit, “I think I might have a way to get Lee free of Al. It won’t cost you a dime, but I want you to leave me alone.” I looked at him, his face blank in wonder. “Think you can you do that?”

“You said you couldn’t get a familiar free from a demon,” he said, his velveteen voice holding a rough edge.

I shrugged, staring past him at the door and unfolding myself so I didn’t look so miserable. “Where do you think Ceri came from?”

His expression empty, Trent glanced at Quen. The dark elf blinked once with meaning. “I’m listening,” Trent said warily.

This was where it would get sticky. “I’m going to try to swing a deal with Piscary—”

“Careful,” he mocked. “Someone might think your black-and-white outlook is going gray.”

“Shut up!” I shouted at the billionaire, feeling the sting. “I’m not breaking the law. I have something he might want, and once he has it, I ought to be able to get rid of Al safely and in such a way that will free Lee. But I want your word that you’ll leave me and the people I care about alone. And…” I took a deep breath, feeling like I was becoming one of them. “…I’ll leave you and your business dealings alone.”

I wanted to survive. I wanted to live. I had been playing in a sandbox with murderers and casual killers, with the arrogant innocence of a snowflake in hell. The FIB couldn’t protect me. The I.S. wouldn’t. Trent could kill me, and I had to respect that even if I didn’t respect him. God, who am I becoming?