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
“A half-day. Which would be a problem…had I sent her to the right place. A little lesson in humility for an imp in sore need of it.”
“And now you’ll tell us where to find her.”
“Certainly…but I believe there was mention of a bargain?”
“Not now,” Trsiel said, stepping forward. “You just admitted you intended to set us on the trail, so we certainly aren’t about to bargain for—”
I lifted a hand to cut him off, then looked at him. “I’d rather bargain. Otherwise, I owe him a favor.”
Kristof then went through the formal rituals that tested a demon’s sincerity, to ensure Dantalian wouldn’t do to us what he’d done to the Nix. Dantalian suffered through this with the exasperated patience of someone having a grocery clerk examine his cash to see if it’s real.
“I want two things,” Dantalian said when Kristof was finished. “First, you will ensure that your Nix knows I intentionally set her on the wrong path. If she doesn’t, then the lesson is incomplete.”
“Done,” I said. “And part two?”
“Hmmm, part two…I’m still working on that one. Give me a few moments.”
I sighed.
“Impatient…or eager to get back on the trail?”
Dantalian’s voice seemed to come from all sides. I looked around, trying to track it, but he only chuckled. Neither Trsiel or Kristof seemed to notice.
“They can’t hear me,” Dantalian said. “This part of the negotiation is for you and me alone. I must admit that seeing a half-demon has reminded me of at least one of the pleasures of freedom I’ve been missing. It’s been over five hundred years since I fathered a whelp myself.”
“Uh-huh,” I thought the words, as I had with Trsiel. “Can’t help you there. No babies coming from this shade.”
“Oh, but it’s not entirely the passing on of my genes that I miss.” Tendrils of heat slid along my bare arm, like hot fingers stroking my skin. “The process of doing so wasn’t entirely unpleasant, either. Of course, I’d need to inhabit a more hospitable form. Perhaps your lover wouldn’t mind taking a more…active role in negotiations.”
My head jerked up. Kristof looked over at me when I jumped, but he said nothing, just lifted his brows.
Dantalian laughed. “Your relationship is obvious to anyone with eyes, and most without. How is that for a bargain, then? Allow me to take over his body and reap the benefits of a more corporeal form.”
“Moving right along to option two…”
“Well, there is another option standing alongside the first. The angel. I could—”
“No.”