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  1. THEGOOD,THEBAD,AND THEUNDEAD
  2. Epigraph
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
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  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
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  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. An excerpt from the latest Rachel Morgan novel, The Undead Pool, on sale on February 25, 2014!
  33. Chapter 2
  34. E-book Extra
  35. E-book Extra
  36. E-book Extra
  37. E-book Extra
  38. Acknowledgments
  39. About the Author
  40. Also by Kim Harrison
  41. About the Publisher

Unable to stop myself, I sent my hand over my neck as if to brush my hair from my eyes. I wanted to hide my scar, though Piscary was probably more aware of it than the nose on my face. “You didn’t have to rape her to get me to come see you,” I said, deciding to be angry instead of afraid. “A dead horse head in my bed would have done it.”

“I wanted to,” he said, his low voice carrying the strength of the wind. “Much as you’d like to think otherwise, this isn’t all about you, Rachel. Some of it, but not all.”

“My name is Ms. Morgan.”

He acknowledged this with a three-second, mocking silence. “I have been spoiling Ivy. People are beginning to talk. It was time to bring her back into the fold. And it was a pleasure—for both of us.” A smile of remembrance came over him, a glint of fang and a soft, almost subliminal, guttural sigh. “She surprised me, going far past my intended purpose. I haven’t lost control like that for at least three hundred years.”

My stomach quivered as a surge of his vamp-induced desire flashed through me and was gone. Its potency took my breath away, and I found myself reaching out to catch it. “Bastard,” I said, wide-eyed as my blood pounded in me.

“Flatterer,” he said back, his eyebrows high.

“She changed her mind,” I said, as the last of his need died in me. “She doesn’t want to be your scion. Leave her alone.”

“It’s too late. And she does want it. I put no compulsion on her when she made her decision. I didn’t need to. She had been bred and raised for the position, and when she dies, she will have the complexity to be a suitable companion, varied and sophisticated enough in her thoughts so that I don’t become bored with her and she with me. You see, Rachel, it’s not honest to say that the lack of blood is what causes a vampire to go insane and walk out into the sun. It’s the boredom that brings upon a lack of appetite that leads to insanity. Working to bring Ivy about has helped me stave that off. Now that she is poised upon her potential, she’s going to keep me from going insane.” He inclined his head graciously. “And I’ll do the same for her.”