Chapters (43)
- The Outlaw Demon Wails
- 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
- The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
- Chapter 2
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Kim Harrison
- Credits
- About the Publisher
A flash of jealousy passed over Ivy, dying fast. Rynn Cormel saw both its birth and death, and when he met my gaze, I knew he realized Ivy and I had already set up the rules for our relationship—and those rules included other people. Most vampiric relationships did, though that did nothing for my sense of morality.
“I’ll see you about sunrise,” she said, and the master vampire’s eyebrows rose. Ivy gave me a tight-lipped smile and turned to Rynn Cormel.
“Ivy,” he said, offering his arm.
“Mr. Cormel,” she said back, sounding flustered as she didn’t take it. “Um, could you sign your book for me before we go?”
My breath hesitated, and I stiffened. Oh, God. Not the vampire dating guide.
Ivy turned to me, her expression eager. I didn’t see this side of her often, and it was kind of scary. “You’ve still got it, don’t you?” she asked. “Is it still on your bedside table?”
“Ivy!” I exclaimed, backing up, my face hot. Crap. Now he knows I’ve read it. My thoughts flicked to page forty-nine, and I stared in horror when Rynn Cormel laughed at my expression. “It was so I would stop stomping on her instincts!” I babbled, and he laughed all the more.
Ivy was starting to look ticked, and Rynn Cormel took her arm to escort her out. “I would love to sign your copy,” he said as he led her to the back door. “I’m sure Rachel will find it for you, and you can bring it over next time.” He smiled over his shoulder at me as he opened the door and the coolness of the night slipped in. “She might want to peruse it first,” he added, and my jaw clenched.
“I’ve already perused it,” I said loudly, and the door shut behind them with a soft click.
“God help me,” I muttered as I fell back into Ivy’s old couch and breathed in the puff of vampire incense that I’d kicked up from the cushions. If she wanted Rynn Cormel to sign her book, she could damn well dig it out from the back of my closet herself. I didn’t even know for sure if it was still there. But, staring at the ceiling, I wondered if Ivy might find happiness in a real vampiric relationship with Rynn Cormel. She seemed positively besotted.
My thoughts drifted to Kisten, and I wondered if she felt any of the guilt I did.