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Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Notice
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Acknowledgments
  53. Also by Chelsea Cain
  54. About the Author

Archie felt Leo’s arm tighten around his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Leo said, as he stepped behind Archie. Leo’s elbow hooked under Archie’s chin and the hand of his opposite arm palmed the back of Archie’s head. Archie tried to step away, but Leo pressed against him, his thigh secured against the back of Archie’s leg. Leo’s grip on Archie’s neck was firm and Archie struggled to get a breath. He could already feel the black fog of unconsciousness closing in on him as his brain screamed for oxygen. The carotid artery traveled up the side of the neck. When blood flow was interrupted, you had maybe a minute before you blacked out.

Archie clawed at Leo’s arm, but he was already losing strength.

“I don’t know how to do this very well, so don’t fight me,” Leo whispered into Archie’s ear. “I don’t want to break your neck.”

Archie’s hands were tingling. His lips and tongue were going numb. He felt his hands drop to his sides and his body relax as Leo lowered him to the floor. Leo’s arm was still tight around Archie’s neck, his hand still pressing hard against Archie’s skull. Archie saw his feet out in front of him, twitching on the floor, his stupid rented shoes. And he saw Star inching forward into his vision. Her hand was over her mouth. Her dress shimmered. And then she blurred, and when she came into focus again, she was gone, and Gretchen was there.

Gretchen didn’t look like she had the last time he’d seen her, when she’d freshly escaped from the mental hospital and her hair was dark, her body still showing signs of the medication they’d pumped into her. She looked like she had before, in all her homicidal glory. Her thick blond hair fell in glossy waves to her shoulders. Her features—those famous blue eyes, her regal nose, that beauty queen smile—were almost blindingly attractive. She was just a hallucination. The mind did funny things when it thought it might be dying. But Archie was still aware enough to find it interesting that of all the people his brain decided to conjure at this moment, it chose her.

She smiled at him and took his hand in hers and lifted it to her cheek. He felt her imaginary touch all the way to his groin.

“There, there, darling,” she whispered. “You didn’t think I’d let you celebrate your birthday without me?”

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