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- THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
- Contents
- Dead Witch Walking
- Title Page
- Dedication
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- Five
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- Twenty-One
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- Twenty-Three
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- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Acknowledgements
- The Good, The Bad and The Undead
- Dedication
- One
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
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- Eleven
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- Nineteen
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- Twenty-One
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- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Acknowledgements
- Every Which Way But Dead
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- One
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Acknowledgements
- A Fistful of Charms
- A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
- Dedication
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- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
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- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
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- Nineteen
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- Twenty-Three
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- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
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- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Acknowledgements
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Surprised, I scrambled to put my thoughts in order. I’d thought I was going to be the one to bring this up. Our pattern had always been: Ivy does something to scare me, Ivy tells me what I did wrong, I promise Ivy not to do it, we never bring it up again. Now she wanted to talk?
“Well, I’m not,” I finally said.
Ivy’s head came up. Shock shone from her dark eyes, raw and unhidden. “You said on the phone that you’d done some thinking,” she stammered. “That you were going to make smarter decisions. You’re leaving the firm, aren’t you? As soon as this run is over?”
Suddenly I saw her depression in an entirely new light, and I almost laughed in relief for my misunderstanding. “I’m not leaving the firm!” I said. “I meant smarter decisions on who I trusted. I don’t want to leave. I want to try to find a blood balance with you.”
Ivy’s lips parted. Turned as she was to me, the streetlight glinted on her perfect teeth, and then she snapped her mouth shut.
“Surprise,” I said weakly, my pulse fast. This was the scariest thing I’d done in a while—including standing down three Were packs.
For six heartbeats Ivy stared at me. Then she shook her head. “No,” she said firmly, resettling herself to face forward and put herself in shadow. “You don’t understand. I lost control. If Jenks hadn’t interfered, I would have killed you. Jenks is right. I’m a danger to everyone I care about. You have no idea how hard it is to find and maintain a blood relationship. Especially if I leave you unbound.” Her voice was calm but I could hear panic in it. “And I’m by God not going to bind you to me to make it easier. If I do, everything would be what I want, not what we want.”
I thought of Jenks’s warning and had a doubt, then remembered Kisten telling me of her past and felt a stab of fear. But the memory of her heavy sobs as she lay crumpled on the pavement filled me, the despair in her eyes when Jenks said she ruined everything she cared about. No, he had said she ruined everything she loved. And seeing that same despair hiding in her fierce words, determination filled me. I couldn’t let her believe that.
“You said I needed to trust the right people,” I said softly. Heart pounding, I hesitated. “I trust you.”
Ivy threw her hands in the air in exasperation and turned to face me. “God, Rachel, I could have killed you! As in dead! You know what that means? Dead? I do!”