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
“I’ve been sent to capture you,” he said. “And promised a nice reward for your return. All I have to do is call my angel partner, and it’s over.” He smiled. “Unless you can make me a more attractive offer.” He lowered himself to the ground. “She appears to be taking a while to die. Shall we discuss my terms?”
Chapter 16
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I FELT A PANG OF GUILT AT HAVING LEFT THE JAIL BEFORE I could find the little boy and say good-bye. Too late to go back now. I hadn’t left a marker, so it’d take me hours to walk there again. I’d return and see him when this was all done.
I found Kristof in my house, and told him what had happened.
“Why not just kill her?” he said when I’d finished.
I threw my hands up. “Exactly. Why isn’t this dead obvious to everyone but us?”
He put his legs up on the ottoman, resting his feet a hairsbreadth from mine. “This Janah told you to find the latest partner. Is that because she’s the only one you can use?”
“No, I think that was just because she’d be the easiest one to find. With the others, who knows if they’re still alive…” My chin jerked up, eyes meeting his. “I see. If I don’t need to use the latest, then I can check out one who’s already passed over, and test my theory, see whether they’re connected to the Nix when she’s on this side. I’ll just need to visit the Fates and get myself a visitor’s pass to a dead partner’s hell dimension.” I looked over at him. “Want to come along?”
He smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“No,” the eldest Fate said, not even pausing in her spinning long enough to look at us. “You cannot go flitting about the other dimensions, bothering ghosts in purgatory.”
“We can’t bother ghosts in purgatory?” I said. “What the hell is purgatory for, then?”
The middle Fate took over before her sister could answer. “Most wouldn’t speak to you anyway, Eve, and those that did would only try to lead you astray with lies and half-truths.”
The youngest Fate cut in. “What about—?”
Her sisters cut her short, and the three of them flipped past as they discussed something. Then the middle Fate returned.
“We have a possibility,” she said. “Someone who may be inclined to help you, and who will be truthful. However, like the others, she’s not a supernatural, so she isn’t within the realms we govern. We must make arrangements for you to speak to her, and this may take some time. Leave it with us.”