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
“Noble, my ass. I just want to see this bitch’s face when I rip her out of Jaime’s body.”
A soft chuckle from Kristof.
Trsiel shook his head. “It’s not that easy—”
“Yeah, I know, this guy’s a killer, and he’s in a hell dimension, but I didn’t lead a sheltered life. If this guy knows how to catch the Nix, I’ll get it out of him. I know how to reason with guys like that. If I can’t, I’ll kick his ass from hell to Honolulu.”
Kris grinned. “And I’ll be there to help…in the persuasion phase.” He shot the grin my way. “If it comes down to ass-kicking, I’ll just watch.”
The Fate let out a heartfelt sigh and shook her head.
“Great plan,” Trsiel said. “One small problem.”
“What?” I said.
“He lies.”
“Huh?”
“Dachev can’t be trusted. Shocking, really, but—”
“Stuff the sarcasm, Trsiel,” I said. “We’re here to solve a problem, and I don’t hear you offering to help—”
“Which, track record considered, may be a blessing,” Kristof murmured.
Trsiel shot him a glare, but before he could come up with a retort, I carried on.
“If you don’t have a solution of your own, at least don’t mock ours,” I said. “Obviously this guy can’t be trusted to tell the truth about how he stopped the Nix, but if I can apply enough pressure—”
“You can’t,” the Fate said. “There is only one way to compel him to tell the truth. The Sword of Judgment. If he could be made to tell what he did, while laying his hands on it, he’d be forced to tell the truth.”
Trsiel looked at Kristof. “And before you ask why I haven’t done so myself, I cannot enter that place. Can not, not will not or may not. No full-blooded angel can enter a true hell. The ascendeds can…and we’ve already sent Katsuo, the only one who’d volunteer.”
“So the only way I can force him to speak the truth is to become an angel.” I looked from Trsiel to the Fates.
“Convenient.”
Kristof wheeled on Trsiel. “You scheming son-of-a-bitch.”
I laid my hand on his arm. “If anyone’s scheming here, I doubt it’s Trsiel. So far, he’s been the only one who’s been—or tried to be—honest with me about this whole angel thing.” I fixed my gaze on the Fates. “Anything you ladies want to tell me about this quest?”