Such Sharp Teeth
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NOVELS BY RACHEL HARRISON
The Return
Cackle
Such Sharp Teeth
BERKLEY
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Harrison, Rachel, 1989- author.
Title: Such sharp teeth / Rachel Harrison.
Description: New York : Berkley, [2022]
Identifiers: LCCN 2022010996 (print) | LCCN 2022010997 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593545829 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593545843 (ebook)
Subjects: LCGFT: Novels.
Classification: LCC PS3608.A78368 S83 2022 (print) | LCC PS3608.A78368 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6--dc23/eng/20220304
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022010996
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022010997
Book design by Nancy Resnick, adapted for ebook by Molly Jeszke
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Cover
Novels by Rachel Harrison
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
For my pack
I
Moths flutter around the fluorescent bulb as it blinks into the dark outside the bar. I lean back and lift my gaze to the night. There’s no light pollution out here, and the stars are fierce. The moon is full, so I give it a wink.
“Did you just wink at me?”
Ian’s so tall he blocks out the moon. When he’s in front of you, there’s nothing else. He’s all there is.
“I did wink,” I say. “But not at you. Sorry.”
“All right,” he says. “Glad we cleared that up.”
“Apologies for any confusion.”
He doesn’t say anything else. He turns away from me to exhale, releasing a calm river of smoke toward the parking lot.
“Are you disappointed?” I ask him. “Did I give you false hope for a second there?”
“Well, yeah, but I’ve had false hope since we were thirteen, so I’m used to it,” he says, turning back toward the light so I can see his good-natured grin.
It’s been so many years since I last saw that grin. My heart begins to thump mutinously inside my chest. Maybe his hope isn’t false after all.
All right, then. Time to go.