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
“Still a bit upset with me, I see,” he said, rubbing the side of his abdomen.
“Did it hurt?”
“Will you be disappointed if I say no? I felt it, but, no, I don’t think it hurt.”
“You don’t think it did?”
“Having never been human, I’d hardly recognize pain if I felt it. I can say, though, that it didn’t work. In your hands, the sword won’t incapacitate the Nix. Not until you become—”
“An angel, which I can’t become until I finish this quest. Love those catch-22s.” I glanced over at him. “Do you think that’s really what they have in mind? Testing me for angel-hood?”
“Ah, so after she holds the really big sword, she begins to think ascension doesn’t sound so bad after all.” He smiled. “Yes, I’m ninety-nine percent sure that’s what the Fates intend, and I’m holding back that final percent only to preserve my dignity, in the unthinkable event that I’m wrong.” He reached out and touched the sword. It evaporated. “Best way to find out for sure? Complete this quest. First, we need to go back to that penitentiary. If the Nix intends to show you something, it’ll be in the living world.”
“A death,” I said. “Or deaths. Let’s go, then. We have to—”
Trsiel put his hand on my shoulder. His touch was almost as hot as the sword. “Slow down. This is what she wants, for you to rush off after her.”
I hesitated, my gut telling me to ignore him, move fast, head her off. Another classic Eve Levine error-in-judgment in the making.
“She may succeed,” Trsiel said. “She probably will. You have to be prepared for that.”
“She’ll kill someone, you mean. Take a partner before I can intercede.” I nodded. “I know. But if I’m going to move cautiously, then the first thing I need to do is make damned sure that the Fates don’t have any tips to help me contain her. Could you visit Amanda Sullivan by yourself?”
“You want us to split up again,” he said with a soft sigh.
“This is the best use of our resources. Now, give me an hour—or do you guys keep time?”
“We can.” He hesitated, then nodded. “Let me give you a code. Someplace safe you can wait.”
I waited until he was gone, then headed to the house to meet up with Kristof.
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