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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

He laughed then, chilling me to my soul. He knew who it was. He knew who Piscary had given Kisten to. I wondered if it was whoever had summoned Al to arrange the entire con to get Piscary out of jail. “Who is it!” I shouted, but he only laughed harder.

Using the support of my car, the vampire with the broken arm and the one stunned by hitting the pool table struggled to drag Kisten upright. Blood leaked from Kisten’s mouth, and there was a cut under his eye, which was swollen almost closed. His blond hair glinted in the sunlight as his head hung. Sam limped closer, grabbing his hair and jerking his head up.

Kisten squinted to see him. Anger simmered in him still, and Sam smiled tauntingly. “Thought you were such a bad-ass,” he said, then punched him in the gut.

I lurched forward as Kisten sagged, almost pulling down the vampires who held him. “You’re nothing!” Sam shouted, furious. “You never were! Everything was Piscary!”

Balance bobbling, Sam punched him again, and Kisten groaned.

“That’s enough!” I shouted, ignored, and Jenks’s wings hummed.

The angry vampire wiped the blood from his nose, marking Kisten’s hair when he yanked his head up again. Kisten’s eyes were shut, and I could see the breath passing his bloodied lip and his chest moving as he breathed. “You were never anything, Felps. Remember that when you die. You were nothing alive, and you’ll be less when you’re dead.”

“I said that’s enough!” I shouted, hearing the wail of distant sirens.

Sam glanced at me and smiled to show his teeth. “Come see me when you need a little something, chicky witch. I’d love to give it to you.”

I took a breath to tell him to shove it, but the two vampires let Kisten go, and he slid down the side of my car. Balancing to keep the weight off his broken ankle, Sam leaned toward Kisten. Kisten jerked, and horror hit me when Sam straightened with the diamond stud earring from Kisten’s ear.

“Piscary says you’re going to be dead twice by sunup,” Sam said, head tilted as he put the earring in his own lobe. “He doesn’t think you’ve got the guts to see it through and redeem yourself. Says you’ve gone soft. Me? I think you never had it in you to be undead.”

The other two vampires started to hobble away, and after giving Kisten a last look, Sam headed after them, leaving the last of them to stare at the sun.