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  1. THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
  2. Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Acknowledgements
  40. THE GOOD, THE BAD,
  41. AND THE UNDEAD
  42. Dedication
  43. Contents
  44. One
  45. Two
  46. Three
  47. Four
  48. Five
  49. Six
  50. Seven
  51. Eight
  52. Nine
  53. Ten
  54. Eleven
  55. Twelve
  56. Thirteen
  57. Fourteen
  58. Fifteen
  59. Sixteen
  60. Seventeen
  61. Eighteen
  62. Nineteen
  63. Twenty
  64. Twenty-One
  65. Twenty-Two
  66. Twenty-Three
  67. Twenty-Four
  68. Twenty-Five
  69. Twenty-Six
  70. Twenty-Seven
  71. Twenty-Eight
  72. Twenty-Nine
  73. Acknowledgements
  74. Dedication
  75. Contents
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Five
  81. Six
  82. Seven
  83. Eight
  84. Nine
  85. Ten
  86. Eleven
  87. Twelve
  88. Thirteen
  89. Fourteen
  90. Fifteen
  91. Sixteen
  92. Seventeen
  93. Eighteen
  94. Nineteen
  95. Twenty
  96. Twenty-One
  97. Twenty-Two
  98. Twenty-Three
  99. Twenty-Four
  100. Twenty-Five
  101. Twenty-Six
  102. Twenty-Seven
  103. Twenty-Eight
  104. Twenty-Nine
  105. Thirty
  106. Thirty-One
  107. Thirty-Two
  108. Thirty-Three
  109. Acknowledgements
  110. A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
  111. Also by the Author
  112. About the Author
  113. Copyright
  114. About the Publisher

Sa’han is wrong about me, I thought sarcastically. Well goodie for Trent.

My hands hurt, the palms red with what looked like first-degree burns. Edden’s voice in the stairway was loud. The FIB could take care of Piscary. I could go home.…

Home to Ivy, I thought, closing my eyes briefly. How did my life get this ugly?

Tired beyond belief, I got to my feet as Edden and a string of FIB officers exploded out of the hole Quen had made.

“It’s me!” I croaked, putting my good hand in the air since there was a frightening clatter of safeties going off. “Don’t shoot me!”

“Morgan!” Edden peered through the sifting dust and lowered his weapon. Only half the FIB officers did the same. It was a better than average number. “You’re alive?”

He sounded surprised. Bent in pain, I looked down at myself, my broken arm clutched close. “Yeah. I think so.” I started shivering, cold.

Someone snickered, and the remaining weapons were lowered. Edden made a motion, and the officers fanned out. “Piscary is over there,” I said, looking that way. “He’s down until sunset. I think.”

Coming closer, Edden eyed Piscary, his robe fallen open to show a good portion of muscular thigh. “What was he trying to do, seduce you?”

“No,” I whispered, so my throat wouldn’t hurt so much. “He was trying to kill me.” I met his eyes and added, “There is a living vamp named Kisten around somewhere. He’s blond and angry. Please don’t shoot him. Other than him and Quen, I haven’t seen anyone but the eight living vamps upstairs. You can shoot them if you want.”

“Mr. Kalamack’s security officer?” Edden’s gaze roved over me, cataloging my hurts. “He came with you?” He put a hand on my shoulder to steady me. “It looks like your arm is broken.”

“It is,” I said, jerking back as he reached for it. Why do people do that? “And yeah, he came out here. Why didn’t you?” Suddenly angry, I poked him in the chest. “You ever refuse to take my call again, and I swear I’ll have Jenks pix you every night for a month.”

Arrogance crossed Edden’s face and he flicked a glance at the FIB officers warily circling Piscary. Someone called for an I.S. ambulance. “I didn’t refuse your call. I was asleep. Being woken up by a frantic pixy and a panicking boyfriend telling me you went out to stake one of Cincinnati’s master vampires is not my favorite way to wake up. And who gave you my unlisted number?”

Oh God, Nick. The remembered burst of ley line energy I’d pulled through him made my face go cold. “Nick,” I stammered. “I have to call Nick.” But as I looked over the room for my bag and the phone in it, I hesitated. Quen’s blood was gone. All of it. I guess Quen was serious about not wanting any evidence that he was here. How had he done that? A little elven magic, perhaps?