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Chapters (43)
  1. The Outlaw Demon Wails
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-one
  24. Twenty-two
  25. Twenty-three
  26. Twenty-four
  27. Twenty-five
  28. Twenty-six
  29. Twenty-seven
  30. Twenty-eight
  31. Twenty-nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-one
  34. Thirty-two
  35. Thirty-three
  36. Thirty-four
  37. The Undead Pool: An Excerpt
  38. Chapter 2
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. About the Author
  41. Also by Kim Harrison
  42. Credits
  43. About the Publisher

I heard him hesitate, then ask cautiously, “Didn’t your mom tell you?”

He knows I’m at my mom’s? “Uh, no,” I said, scrambling. “How do you know I’m at my mom’s?”

David chuckled. “She answered your cell phone this afternoon while you were sleeping. We had a nice chat. Your mom is…different.”

Different. How politically correct could you get? “Thanks,” I said dryly. “I take it we’re not going out this afternoon?” If it had been otherwise, I thought she would have woken me. Maybe.

“I’ve got the claim sitting on my desk,” he said, and I heard papers rustling. “Tomorrow at two is the earliest I could nail the woman to a time.” He hesitated, then quietly offered, “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to settle this today, but that’s the best I could get.”

I sighed and looked at the clock again. The idea of hiding in my church another night had all the appeal of painting Trent’s toenails. I wouldn’t be able to avoid Ivy either. “Two tomorrow is great,” I said, thinking I ought to use the time to stock my charm cupboard for an assault on black witches. I’d have to move everything to hallowed ground, though. What a pain in the butt. “Thanks, David,” I said when I remembered I was in the middle of a conversation. “I really think it’s them.”

“Me, too. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at one. Get yourself dolled up, will you?” he said, amusement heavy in his voice. “I’m not taking you out in leather again.”

My brow furrowed. “Dolled up?” I started, but the line was dead.

I stared at the phone for a moment, then smiled as I closed it and tucked it away. Listening to the quiet house, I ate my pink hearts, saved for last as always. Slowly my mood returned to melancholy. Someone had killed Kisten. That same someone had tried to bind me to them so I wouldn’t tear their freaking head off. I had worked so hard to live with Ivy and stay unbound, and then a faceless monster killed my boyfriend and nearly bound me to it. Just that fast, my life could have been changed beyond my control. Damn it all to hell. I can’t do this. I can’t risk it. I can’t…I can’t let Ivy bite me again. Ever.