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
Once we’d taken our leave of Aratron, we returned to Amanda Sullivan’s cell and I made my confession to Trsiel.
“That’s why she came to Glamis,” I said as I finished. “All along I’ve been trying to figure out what’s motivating her, and it’s been staring me in the face the whole time. She wants what I want. To be able to act within the living world. She’s tired of relying on her partners for her food. That’s why she went to Luther Ross. Same reason I’ve been interested in him, as a way of breaking through that barrier. But that’s nothing compared to what she could do with Dantalian’s Amulet. And I led her straight to it.”
“We don’t know that,” he said softly.
I didn’t argue, but we both knew it was no coincidence. I remembered the young hunter saying he’d seen something move in the woods near where we’d landed, and I remembered the creak in the hallway before Trsiel arrived. She’d been following me, and I’d rewarded her efforts beyond her wildest dreams. As soon as she’d heard of the amulet, who’d made it, and what it did, she’d headed straight for Glamis, where she’d know Dantalian had been exiled.
“If she gets the amulet, that’ll make our job tougher,” Trsiel said. “But I doubt that will happen. Dantalian isn’t about to tell her where it is.”
“No? He may not like her very much, but how long do you think it’ll take before he decides that telling her—and watching the havoc she’ll wreak in human form—is more rewarding than turning her down? We need to find it first.”
He nodded. “But the only one who knows where it is—”
“Is the only person we can ask.”
“We are not bargaining with a demon.” He glanced over at me. “And don’t tell me I already have. My deal with Aratron was one-sided. I did something once that, unintentionally, benefited him, and he promised me a favor in return. It wasn’t a bargain.”
“We aren’t going to bargain with Dantalian.”
“Good, because—”
“Kristof is. He’s a skilled demon negotiator.”
Trsiel rolled his eyes, as if this didn’t come as a surprise.
“It may not be your way, but we use whatever—and whoever—proves useful.”
“If you’ve done it before, then you can do it. No need to bring in anyone else.”
“I said I’ve dealt with them. I’ve never negotiated with them. For that, I hired professionals. If you do it right, it’s an honest transaction. If you do it wrong, well, then you’re screwed, because there isn’t a demon alive who won’t take advantage of stupidity or naivety. Kris can do it right.”