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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

“Like I would miss this?” He was grinning, looking happy and relaxed.

Beaming, I threw my charm cupboard open and ran my hands through my amulets. I had enough of everything except disguise amulets, but I wouldn’t need them to bring in Cincy’s favorite bad boy. “I have to take a shower,” I said, excited as I limped across the kitchen. “Are you sure Kisten’s okay?”

Jenks landed on the spigot, his fitfully moving wings sending flashes of morning light everywhere. “I expect he’s exactly the way he was when you left him.”

I had to trust that. And he’d be okay now until the sun went down. As Jenks had said, the I.S. was probably watching me and would relay my movements to whoever was looking for Kisten. Actually, that might make tagging Trent more difficult, unless…“Get yourself cleaned up,” I said to Jenks as I headed for the shower. “We have a wedding to go to.”

“What?” Jenks yelped as he followed. “You’re going to arrest Trent at his wedding?”

“Why not?” I halted in the threshold to the bathroom. My hand was on the doorframe, but I didn’t want to shut the door on him. “It’s the only place I’ll be able to tag him without him siccing Quen on me. Not to mention the I.S. bothering me. I am invited.” I felt my expression grow hard. “And Piscary, probably. I’d rather talk to him there than on his own turf.” This was going to work in so many ways. It was perfect.

Jenks’s sigh was loud. “Rachel, you’re cruel.”

“Right,” I said, eyebrows rising. “Like Trent really wants to marry Ellasbeth?”

Shrugging, he darted out of the kitchen, shouting to Matalina if she knew where his good bow was. I got the shower going and stripped, my motions slowing as I found that my hip was sore from Ivy’s chair—and my foot? I prodded the swollen, tender tissue as I waited for the water to warm, thinking I was way too young to get sore from sleeping in a chair. But the water was hot, and when I got into it, it soothed all the aches away. Kist was in hiding, and I could barter for his safety—our safety—once dusk fell. But before that, I would get to pick up Trent at last.

Damn, this was going to be a good day.

THIRTY-THREE