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
His tone cut through me, as cold and emotionless as it had been when he started. Not that I expected a big hug of welcome, but, well, I suppose I expected something. I thought of all the hours we’d spent together, all the times I watched out for him, even rooted for him. And as we stood there, his hand wrapped around my throat, I became keenly aware of the one-sidedness of this relationship.
His grip tightened. “Where is Paige? You may be Savannah’s mother, Eve, but don’t think I won’t—”
“Don’t! This is Paige’s body. If you hurt me, you’ll hurt her. She won’t feel it, but when she comes back—and she is coming back. I promise you that, Lucas. This is just temporary.”
“Is it?”
“Absolutely. I’d never do anything to hurt Paige. I used to babysit her when she was little. Did she tell you that?”
“She told me that you said that…though she has no recollection of it.”
“Still?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. “I wonder if her mother blocked the memories after I left the Coven. Not that I can imagine Ruth doing such a thing—but, well, I can’t imagine Paige would just forget me on her own. I taught Paige her first spell. An unlock spell, because her mom kept locking up her favorite toys—”
“Paige told me something else,” Lucas cut in. “When she met you in the ghost world, you said a few things that concerned her. She said you were trying to find a way to help Savannah, and you seemed very determined to do so.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean any disrespect to you guys. You’re doing a great job—” I stopped. “You think that’s what I’m doing? That I took over Paige’s body to come back? Whoa. No, no, no.” I twisted, trying to look at him, but he held my throat, keeping my face turned from his. “I’m back to do something very specific, very short-term, very important. Then I’m gone. I’m not even telling Savannah that I’m here.”
He hesitated, then said, “What exactly is this ‘something’?”
“Can I sit down? Please?”
Another hesitation, longer this time. Then his fingers relaxed on my neck. As I rubbed my throat, I gave him a brief rundown of the situation, leaving out as many details as possible, since I wasn’t sure how much I should or could tell.
“So you are telling me that Jaime Vegas is planning to kill Paige and me, and blame Savannah?”
“Right.”
He picked up the cordless phone from the desk. “You have one minute to return Paige to her body, or I will, within an hour, have the best necromancer in the country here to exorcise you…a process that I promise you will find most unpleasant.”