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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

“Mr. Sparagmos is in the parking lot,” Edden said. Peering at me and my cold face, he snagged a passing officer. “Get me a blanket. She’s going shocky.”

Numb, I let him help me across the room and the hole in the wall. “Poor guy passed out, he was so worried about you. I wouldn’t let him or Jenks out of the car.” Eyes alight in a sudden thought, he reached for the radio on his belt. “Tell Mr. Sparagmos and Jenks that we found her and she’s all right,” he said into it, getting a garbled answer back. Taking my elbow, he muttered, “Please tell me you didn’t really leave a note on your door saying you were going to stake Piscary?”

My eyes were fixed upon my bag with its pain amulet clear across the room, but my head snapped up at his words. “No!” I protested as my vision swam at the quick movement. “I said I was going to talk to him and that he was the witch hunter. Kisten must have done that, because my note is here somewhere. I saw it!” Kisten had replaced my note?

I stumbled in confusion as Edden pulled me forward. Kisten had replaced my note, giving Nick the only number that would bring the FIB out here. Why? Had it been to help me, or simply to cover his betrayal of Piscary?

“Kisten?” Edden questioned. “That’s the living vamp you don’t want me to shoot, right?” He took the blue FIB blanket someone held out and draped it over my shoulders. “Come on. I want to get you upstairs. We can figure this out later.”

Leaning heavily on him, I tugged the blanket closer, wincing as the rough wool hurt my hands. I wouldn’t look at them, thinking they were nothing compared to the smut on my soul for having invoked that black charm Quen had taught me. I took a slow breath. What did it matter if I knew black charms? I was going to be a demon’s familiar.

“My God, Morgan,” Edden said as he put the two-way back on his belt. “Did you have to blow a hole in his wall?”

“I didn’t,” I said, focusing on the carpet three feet in front of me. “It was Quen.”

More officers clattered down the stairs and into the room, a hoard of official presences suddenly making me feel like an alien. “Rachel, Quen isn’t here.”

“Yeah,” I said, shivering violently as I looked over my shoulder at the pristine carpet. “I probably imagined it all.” The adrenaline was gone, and fatigue and nausea pulled at me. People were moving quickly around us, making me dizzy. My arm was a solid ache. I wanted my bag and the pain amulet in it, but we were moving in the wrong direction, and it looked as if someone had dropped an evidence card by it. Swell.

My mood darkened even further when a woman in an FIB uniform stopped us short by dangling my gun in front of Edden. It was in an evidence bag, and I couldn’t stop my hand from reaching out. “Hey, my splat gun,” I said, and Edden sighed, not sounding at all happy.