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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

He only nodded and returned the ball to its place at the foot of the hoop. I often wondered what it was like for Lucas, this package deal. If he’d wanted Paige, he had to take Savannah, too. How many twenty-five-year-olds would have gone for that? Not just accepted the inconvenience of having a kid around, but embraced the whole foster-father role? Well, okay, I’ve known a few twenty-something guys who wouldn’t mind having a teen girl as a ward, but there was never any question of that with Lucas. Right from day one, he’d been exactly what Savannah needed—a combination big brother and father figure who balanced her ideological conflicts with Paige. I wanted to thank him for that. I really did. But I couldn’t think of any way to do it that wouldn’t embarrass him…and probably me, too.

“I think it’s a ghost,” I said when Lucas returned.

“Hmmm?”

“What’s happening with the Nix. She was acting pretty freaky inside, staring into space, then snapping at herself. If I have Paige’s abilities, then she must have Jaime’s, meaning she’s probably seeing a ghost. When I mentioned that, I startled her—maybe she didn’t realize that’s what was happening.”

He nodded. “It could be. It could also be Jaime herself.”

“Trying to get back in, you mean.”

Another nod, then a pause before he glanced over at me. “Does Paige know?” He cleared his throat, tamping down the note of anxiety. “That is to say, you were able to explain this to her, weren’t you? What you did?”

“Uh, no. I couldn’t, or believe me, I would have.”

“So she doesn’t know what’s going on.” He adjusted his glasses, then glanced over at me again. “Is there some way to tell her? To check on her?”

“She’s okay, Lucas. I swear she is. And I’ll get out of here as soon as I can.”

A slow nod. “We should get inside. It doesn’t take long for pizza to arrive, and I doubt Savannah is planning to pay for it.”

“I hope she ordered mushrooms. Pizza isn’t pizza without mushrooms.” I shook my head. “This is getting more absurd by the second, isn’t it?”

“Playing basketball and arguing over pizza while we wait for an evil demi-demon to get around to trying to kill us?” A tiny smile. “Absurd? Not at all. Though I do wish she’d get on with it. Savannah rented Pirates of the Caribbean, and Paige really wanted to see that.”

“She’s welcome to it. I’ve had my fill of pirates for a while.”

He arched a brow.

“You don’t want to know. As for the Nix, I’m starting to think we might need to give her a push. Especially if she is preoccupied dealing with ghosts or Jaime’s spirit. Maybe—Whoops, here she comes.”