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
The jiggling of water against plastic drew my hand up, and fumbling, I found the container Trent was extending for me. I didn’t bother wiping the top before I took a swig, and I grimaced at the unexpected taste of burnt amber. “Thank you,” I said, then gave it back. “This is your water. From your pack. We have our stuff?” My eyes widened in the dark. “Do you have your light?”
I heard Trent shift his feet. “Broken. Yours, too. For the psychological effect, I’m sure, seeing as that’s all they did, apart from putting the bands of charmed silver on us and dousing us in salt water.”
“Yeah,” I said, feeling wet and icky. “I figured that part out.” Not bothering to search for my bag, I mentally catalogued what I had shoved into it. Nothing, really. And with the band of charmed silver around my wrist, I couldn’t even light the candle. But then my eyebrows rose, and moving carefully, I felt the small of my back. My lips parted when I felt the cool plastic. They left me my splat gun? Pulse fast, I drew it, aiming where I had heard Al’s voice. “Maybe,” I said as I thumbed the safety off, “they don’t think we’re a threat.”
“Maybe,” Al said, “they don’t care if we kill each other. You hit me with that, and I won’t kill you when I get out, but just play with you. Until you die screaming.”
My hand shook just a little, and I strained to see in the dark.
“Just because you can’t see doesn’t mean I can’t,” Al said. “It won’t land at this distance, witch, but by all means, waste them. It will make it far easier to beat you into submission when I get in there.”
He wasn’t getting out, but I put the safety back on and tucked the gun away at the small of my back. I wasn’t enough of a fool to think the demons had put me here without knowing I had viable charms on me. They’d taken everything I could use to escape but left me a way to protect myself. Was it a test, or just their twisted version of reality TV? I slumped and leaned my head against the wall. Most likely it was a matter of letting us settle this demon to witch, and if I beat him, Newt would have a better legal shot at me.
The light band of silver around my wrist felt heavier than any chain. I didn’t even try to tap a line and figure out how to jump out of here. I was caught, and it looked like I wasn’t going to get out of it this time.