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
This was sounding like a last confession, and I flicked my gaze from the car braking in front of me to him. “Jeez, Jenks. We’re going to be fine. I’ll give Piscary the focus, and he’ll rescind the eviction. And once everyone knows he has the thing, life will go back to normal. Matalina will be fine.”
He didn’t say anything. Matalina wasn’t going to be fine no matter what happened in the next twenty-four hours. But I’d be damned if I wouldn’t do what I could to get her through the coming winter. She was not going to hibernate and risk not waking up, that was for sure.
Jenks’s wings drooped, and he pulled a fold of fabric up and polished his sword. Just as well. I wasn’t enjoying the conversation, and Jenks’s misery was making my stomach hurt. I wished he were bigger again, just so I could give him a hug.
Understanding hit me, and I stiffened. This inability to touch was what Ivy lived with every day. She couldn’t touch anyone she cared about without her blood lust asserting itself.
We are so screwed up.
I forced myself back from the bumper of the guy in front of me. Piscary’s was just ahead, and I wanted to get off the street before the I.S. found me. They were suspiciously absent, and I wondered if they were watching me from a distance to see if I had left to get the focus from someone. I suppose mailing it hadn’t been the smartest thing, but I couldn’t put it into a bus locker, and giving it to Ceri would’ve been a mistake. Humanity had steadfastly kept control of the mail system, and even Piscary would think twice about leaning on an overworked employee who might snap and go postal. There were some things even a vampire wouldn’t mess with.
The jitters started, and Jenks’s wings shifted fitfully as we pulled into Piscary’s parking lot. Yeah, the plan looked good on paper, but Piscary might be more ticked than I thought about my putting him in jail. That I’d just been doing my job probably wouldn’t go very far with him.
Nervous, I scanned the area. There were a few cars clustered about the kitchen entrance that were clearly not patrons’. I didn’t see Ivy’s cycle, but there was a huge mound of stuff piled at the curb. Sheets of paneling that once covered the upstairs windows and the tall, trendy tables and stools that Kisten had put in were now carelessly piled to make a five-foot wall between the lot and the street, waiting for pickup. Apparently Piscary was doing a little remodeling.