Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- 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
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Chelsea Cain
- 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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