Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- France / 1666
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Massachusetts / 1892
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- San Francisco / 1927
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Cleveland / 1938
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Edinburgh / 1962
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Preview of Broken
- Also by Kelley Armstrong
- Praise for Kelley Armstrong
- Copyright
I sighed, and in less time than it takes to blink, the girl morphed into a middle-aged version of herself, with long graying dark hair, and light-brown skin showing the first wrinkles and roughness of time.
“We have a problem, Eve.”
“Look, I promised I wouldn’t use the codes for excessive unauthorized travel. I never said—”
“This isn’t about unauthorized travel.”
I thought for a moment. “Visiting Adena Milan for spell-swapping? Hey, that was an honest mistake. No one told me she was on the blacklist.”
The middle-aged Fate shook her head. “Admittedly, there might be some amusement to be had in making you recite the whole list of your infractions, but I’m afraid we don’t have that much time. Eighteen months ago, you made a deal with us. If we returned Paige and Lucas to the living world, you’d owe us a favor.”
“Oh…that.”
Damn. When they hadn’t mentioned it again, I’d hoped they’d forgotten. Like that’s going to happen. The Fates can remember what Noah ate for breakfast on the morning of the flood.
My first instinct was to weasel out of it. Hell, what’s the worst thing that could happen? Well, for starters, they could undo their end of the bargain and bring Paige and Lucas back to the ghost world. So no weaseling out of this one. Besides, I had been looking for a distraction. Which made this all seem very coincidental.
“Did Kristof put you up to this? Finding me something to do?”
The Fate morphed into her oldest sister, a hunch-backed crone with a wizened face set in a scowl.
“Kristof Nast does not ‘put us up to’ anything.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Nor are we going to be doing favors for the likes of him. We thought that lawyer job would keep him busy.” She snorted. “And it does. Keeps him busy getting into trouble.”
“If you mean the Agito case, that wasn’t Kris’s fault. The plaintiff started lying, so he had to do something. It wasn’t really witness tampering…”
“Just a means to an end,” she said, fixing me with that glare. “That’s how you two think. Doesn’t matter how you get there, as long as you do.”
The middle sister took over. “An interesting philosophy. Not one we share, but in some cases…useful. This particular job we need done may require some of those unique skills.”
I perked up. “Oh?”
“We have a spirit who’s escaped from the lower realms. We need you to bring her in.”
The lower realms are where they keep the ghosts who can’t be allowed to mingle with the rest of us—the seriously nasty criminals. Hmmm, interesting.
“So who is—”
“First, you need to do some research.” The middle-aged Fate reached into the air and pulled out a sheet of paper. “This is a list of books—”