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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

Fear iced through me when he didn’t let go, hopping me backward and pushing me onto the bed. “You stupid witch,” he said in disdain, then slapped me.

Stars exploded, and I think I passed out, because the next thing I knew, Minias was bending over me. Gasping, I thrust my palm, jamming his nose. The demon fell back, swearing at me. “Get out!” I exclaimed.

“I’d love to, you asinine witchanderthal,” the demon said, voice muffled by the hand holding his nose. “Will you relax? I’m not going to hurt you unless you keep hitting me.”

My gaze darted to the closed door, and he brought his hand from his nose, glancing at it to see if he was bleeding. He murmured a word of Latin, and a glow from my dresser mirror lightened the predawn gloom. My mouth was dry, and I scooted to the headboard. “Why should I believe you?” My throat hurt as if I’d been yelling, and I held a hand to it.

“You shouldn’t.” Minias looked at his fingers in the new light, then let the hand drop. “You’re the most backward person I know. I’m trying to finish up this arrangement so I can return to my quiet life, and you want to play demon summoner and demon.”

Pulse easing, I flicked my gaze to the door and back to him again. Someone had gone outside, and I hadn’t heard a car start. It had to be Ivy. If she’d been in the church, she would have heard us and come. “I’m safe?” I said softly so my throat wouldn’t hurt, wondering if I could trust him. “We’re in the middle of a deal?”

Minias took a firmer stance, his head canted in exasperation and his hands clasped before him. “I’m trying to finish it up. The way your Were worded it, I’m not done until I’m sure the curse is out of you and you’re back to your usual backward self. And until it is, everyone that was in the room is under a measure of protection. So yes, we are in the middle of a deal.” His gaze went to mine, and I shivered. “But you’re not safe.”

I curled my feet up under me, not liking this at all. “I’m not paying for you to come over here,” I babbled. “I was trying to answer. You didn’t give me enough time to answer.”