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
Bis flashed black and his gaze dropped submissively. “Yes, ma’am.”
I looked at Jenks, seeing him asking my opinion with just his expression. I couldn’t imagine Ivy would protest. I nodded, enthralled.
“Welcome to the garden, Bis,” Jenks said cheerfully. “Rent is due on the first.”
It wasn’t until half an hour later when I was trooping downstairs to call my mom that I realized I’d taken my protection circle down after the gargoyle had dropped through it without a whisper of resistance.
Not before.
Seventeen
Jenks clutched at my ear as David’s car cut a sharp right. The small pixy wasn’t feeling well, seeing as it was noon and he was missing his afternoon nap. I had told him he could stay home and spit seeds at the creepy statue in the garden with Bis, but he swore so prettily at me that I had invited him along on David’s and my run. And I say David’s and my run because we both had a vested interest. Now that David had started a real pack, he’d be up for a raise if he could show a significant savings to his company. I just wanted to smack some sense into whoever was summoning Al and freeing him to kill me. Please don’t let it be Nick, I thought, brow furrowed. The woman who owned the house was a witch, but that didn’t mean Nick couldn’t be wrapped up with her.
The day was sunny, and I had my shades on. The cool breeze coming in the open window felt good in my hair, which was loose and flowing. The skies promised to be clear, and with the moon just past full, it was shaping up to be an excellent Halloween night. If this was the group that was summoning Al and I could suitably impress upon them the error of their ways, I might risk going out. Marshal hadn’t called, but I hadn’t expected him to. I think he was backing off after our very quiet car ride back to his truck. Trent had put me in an exquisitely bad mood. Exhaling heavily, I made a face no one could see. Whatever.
At least Ceri and I aren’t still at odds, I thought, smiling faintly. It felt good to settle that so fast, and I was glad I’d taken the initiative. It wasn’t that she’d taught me a new charm that made me feel good, it was knowing that I hadn’t lost a friendship. The only thing bothering me now was not knowing what was going on with Quen. I hoped he was all right and that Trent was being a drama queen.