Chapters (154)
- THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
- Contents
- Dead Witch Walking
- Title Page
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- 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
- Thirty-Four
- Acknowledgements
- The Good, The Bad and The Undead
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- 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
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- 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
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- 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
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading
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“Shut up,” Ivy snarled, hitching her towel higher. “This doesn’t concern you.” Her gaze went to my stitches, and I lifted my chin. I wasn’t bound to her. I could do anything I damn well pleased.
Jenks was pale. “I can’t do it,” he said from the bed. “I can’t hit you with a truck.”
“See?” Ivy said, catching her towel when she gestured. “He’s not going to do it. I don’t want you to do it. You aren’t doing it!” She started for her room, Nick moving out of her way.
“This is a better plan!” I exclaimed, heading after her. “I’ll be fine!”
“Fine?” She lurched to a stop, spinning. “That Mack truck is going to roll over Nick’s little blue Ford like it’s a cupcake! And you’re not going to be in it. The run is off.”
“It’s not off! This is how we’re going to do it!”
Ivy turned. Her eyes were full black. A shiver of fear took me, rocking me to a halt. But I wasn’t going to let Peter die alone. I gathered my nerve, and Nick stepped forward.
“I’ll do it,” he said, his eyes flicking from Ivy to me. “I’ll drive the Mack truck.”
Ivy’s anger hesitated, and I ran my eyes over him in surprise. “No,” she said flatly. “Absolutely not. You’re going with Audrey and staying out of it. I don’t trust you.”
Nick clasped his hands, then let them go. “Rachel’s right. This is a better plan. They won’t be watching Audrey’s motel room. After Peter switches places with me, I can leave under a regular disguise charm, cross the bridge, get the truck. Hell, it’s DeLavine’s truck. Audrey can give me the key.”
“No!” Ivy shouted. “I won’t let shit for brains run over you. It isn’t going to happen!”
I rubbed my temples, thinking that actually this was a lot easier than what we’d originally planned. “Ivy—”
“No!”
Nick made a frustrated noise, gesturing at nothing. “I’m not going to kill Rachel!” he exclaimed. “I love her, but if the only way to make her safe is to run her over with a Mack truck, then I, by God, am going to be the one to do it!”
Ivy looked at him as if she had eaten a pile of crap—or maybe she was looking at him as if he was a pile of crap. “You don’t know the meaning of love—Nick.”
I was shaking inside. Having Nick run into me instead of Jenks wasn’t what I had planned, but it would work. Swallowing, I turned to the kitchen. He could use the regular disguise charm already made up. Oh God. What was I doing?
Ivy took a deep breath. “Rachel. I don’t trust him.”