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  1. THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
  2. Contents
  3. Dead Witch Walking
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Twenty-Seven
  33. Twenty-Eight
  34. Twenty-Nine
  35. Thirty
  36. Thirty-One
  37. Thirty-Two
  38. Thirty-Three
  39. Thirty-Four
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. The Good, The Bad and The Undead
  42. Dedication
  43. One
  44. Two
  45. Three
  46. Four
  47. Five
  48. Six
  49. Seven
  50. Eight
  51. Nine
  52. Ten
  53. Eleven
  54. Twelve
  55. Thirteen
  56. Fourteen
  57. Fifteen
  58. Sixteen
  59. Seventeen
  60. Eighteen
  61. Nineteen
  62. Twenty
  63. Twenty-One
  64. Twenty-Two
  65. Twenty-Three
  66. Twenty-Four
  67. Twenty-Five
  68. Twenty-Six
  69. Twenty-Seven
  70. Twenty-Eight
  71. Twenty-Nine
  72. Acknowledgements
  73. Every Which Way But Dead
  74. Title Page
  75. Dedication
  76. Contents
  77. One
  78. Two
  79. Three
  80. Four
  81. Five
  82. Six
  83. Seven
  84. Eight
  85. Nine
  86. Ten
  87. Eleven
  88. Twelve
  89. Thirteen
  90. Fourteen
  91. Fifteen
  92. Sixteen
  93. Seventeen
  94. Eighteen
  95. Nineteen
  96. Twenty
  97. Twenty-One
  98. Twenty-Two
  99. Twenty-Three
  100. Twenty-Four
  101. Twenty-Five
  102. Twenty-Six
  103. Twenty-Seven
  104. Twenty-Eight
  105. Twenty-Nine
  106. Thirty
  107. Thirty-One
  108. Thirty-Two
  109. Thirty-Three
  110. Acknowledgements
  111. A Fistful of Charms
  112. A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
  113. Dedication
  114. Contents
  115. One
  116. Two
  117. Three
  118. Four
  119. Five
  120. Six
  121. Seven
  122. Eight
  123. Nine
  124. Ten
  125. Eleven
  126. Twelve
  127. Thirteen
  128. Fourteen
  129. Fifteen
  130. Sixteen
  131. Seventeen
  132. Eighteen
  133. Nineteen
  134. Twenty
  135. Twenty-One
  136. Twenty-Two
  137. Twenty-Three
  138. Twenty-Four
  139. Twenty-Five
  140. Twenty-Six
  141. Twenty-Seven
  142. Twenty-Eight
  143. Twenty-Nine
  144. Thirty
  145. Thirty-One
  146. Thirty-Two
  147. Thirty-Three
  148. Thirty-Four
  149. Thirty-Five
  150. Acknowledgements
  151. Keep Reading
  152. Also by the Author
  153. About the Author
  154. About the Publisher

Jenks’s face fell into an unusual expression of hatred that looked wrong on him. “Why?” he whispered. “I don’t know why you even care.”

I dropped my eyes to the carpet, wondering that myself.

“This isn’t a game,” Walter said, his round face going red. “Get the medic up here with the drugs. I want to know who sent them and what they know.”

The man grabbed me and I tensed.

“Ah, Walter, dear?” Pam said, and everyone in the room froze at the ice in her voice. “What, by Cerberus’s balls, are you doing?”

In the silence, Walter turned. “She isn’t a Were. I thought—”

His words cut off at Pam’s low noise. Her eyes were squinting and her hands were on her hips. “I’ve been challenged.” Her voice got louder. “How am I supposed to walk out of this room and not have every last whining dog think I’m a coward? I don’t care if she’s a leprechaun and has green tits, she just pissed in my food dish!”

Jenks snickered, making Walter’s ears redden. “Sweetie …” he coaxed, but he was hunched and submissive. I cocked an eyebrow at Jenks. Maybe I’d been going about Weres all wrong. It was the women who held the balls of the alpha males that really had the power.

“Sugar Pup,” he tried again when she pushed his hand off her. “She’s stalling for time. I want to know who’s coming to bail her out before they get here. She’s not a Were, and I don’t want to jeopardize gaining the artifact by adhering to old traditions that don’t belong anymore.”

“It’s those traditions that put you where you are now,” she said scathingly. “We don’t have to give her three days.” Pam turned to me, simpering. “We do it now. Think of it as me softening her up. It will be fun. And if she cheats with her magic, the pack can rip her to shreds.”

My hope did the proverbial swirl down the crapper. Walter apparently didn’t know what to do either as he stood in blank surprise while Pam kissed his cheek, smiling. “Give me twenty minutes to change,” she said, then sashayed out.

I looked at Jenks. Shit. This was not what I had planned.

Fourteen

Fourteen

Little sun made it past the fragile spring leaves, and I shivered. It is the cold, I thought, not the rank smell of ash and emptied bowels or the people joining the noisy throng in twos and threes. And it wasn’t that Jenks had his hands cuffed before him. And it couldn’t be from the air of a festival growing as everyone gathered to see me get mauled. No, it had to be from the chill May afternoon.