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
My words hit Trent, and he reddened in shame or guilt. “How much do you want for it?” he said softly.
Shocked, I gaped at him. “You want…to buy it?” I stammered.
Trent licked his lips. “I’m a businessman.”
“And a murderer by hobby?” I accused. “Or do you think the tenuous state of your species gives you the right to murder?”
Face showing his guilt and anger, Trent tugged his coat straight. If he had brought out a checkbook, I would have screamed. “Anything, Rachel. Enough to make you safe. You, your mother, Jenks, even Ivy. Enough to have anything you want.”
It sounded so easy. But I didn’t want to deal with him anymore. Piscary killed people, but he didn’t have the concept of pity or remorse. It would be like telling a shark he was a bad fish and to stop eating people. But Trent? He knew he was doing wrong, and he did it anyway.
Trent never dropped his eyes, waiting. I hated him. I hated him to the bottom of my soul. He was attractive and powerful, and I had almost let that cloud my sense of right and wrong. So he could kill me. So what? Did that make it right to cut deals with him to keep myself safe? Why in hell should I trust him to honor his word? It was like making a deal with a demon or using a demon curse. Both were the easy way out, the lazy way.
I wasn’t going to use demon curses. I wasn’t going to make deals with demons. I wasn’t going to trust Trent to honor his word. He was a casual murderer who put his species above all others. Screw him.
Quen knew what I was thinking, and I saw him tense. Trent, though, wasn’t so perceptive. He was a businessman, not a warrior. A slimy little businessman. “I’ll give you a quarter million for it,” Trent said, disgusting me.
My face twisted. “You don’t get it, pixy dust,” I said. “It would start a war if it got out. I’m giving it to Piscary so he can put it back into hiding.”
“He’ll kill you once he has it,” Trent said quickly, his beautiful voice thick with truth. “Don’t be a fool this time. Give it to me. I’ll keep you safe. I’m not going to start a war. Just bringing everything into balance.”
“Balance?” I stepped forward, stopping when Quen mirrored me.