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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. France / 1666
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Massachusetts / 1892
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. San Francisco / 1927
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Cleveland / 1938
  24. Chapter 16
  25. Chapter 17
  26. Chapter 18
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Edinburgh / 1962
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
  53. Chapter 44
  54. Chapter 45
  55. Chapter 46
  56. Chapter 47
  57. Chapter 48
  58. Chapter 49
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Epilogue
  62. About the Author
  63. Preview of Broken
  64. Also by Kelley Armstrong
  65. Praise for Kelley Armstrong
  66. 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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