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Chapters (43)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. SEPTEMBER 1942
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  42. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  43. What’s next onyour reading list?

He shot a look toward Rebeka, the question unspoken in his eyes—Shadows?—but she shook her head once, quickly.

Simone’s hands squeaked in the darkness as they curved around her rifle barrel. Phillip reached down, too, for his sidearm, before remembering he’d left it in its holster halfway across the room.

In the stillness of the cabin, the door handle twisted with a click.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

LIAM

Liam was leaning against the shiny beetle shell of the officer’s Mercedes-Benz when the man emerged from the beer hall. The officer paused midstagger, tipping precariously toward the left, before catching himself and assuming something like an outraged expression. With the slack elasticity of intoxication, his features turned downright grotesque.

“Guten Abend, mein Herr,” Liam said, his voice too chipper and too sharp. “So glad you could join us.”

“Do I know you?” The officer curled his fingers through the ring of keys in his palm, so that the jagged bits of metal jutted from between his fingers.

“Not yet, my friend. But we’ll know you very soon.”

The officer suddenly remembered his P38 and reached for it in what he probably believed was a subtle fashion. Poor Fritz. His hand never even connected with the grip. Daniel emerged from the alleyway behind him and easily ripped it out of its holster before the bastard had time to react.

Daniel then jammed the pistol’s nose into the officer’s ribs as his other arm locked around his throat, blade in hand. “How about you show us a good time?”

He maneuvered the officer into the Mercedes-Benz’s back seat while Liam climbed into the front. The motor started up with an effortless purr, nothing like the chug of his landlady’s truck when he drove her to the grocery store.

Liam ran his hands along the smooth steering wheel, bracing himself. This wasn’t going to be easy without touching the shadow realm. Its absence throbbed through him like a toothache he kept worrying with his tongue. Maybe he could just dip in for a moment, grab a fistful of shadow before it could sink its claws into him or alert Pitr that he’d returned—

No. That was the darkness talking. He’d overused it already—that he was thinking these thoughts was proof enough of that. He could do this without the shadow. All he needed was that fierce spitfire boy grinning at him through the rearview mirror. Liam returned Daniel’s grin, chest swelling with pride.

“Where are you taking me?” the officer asked. “What is it you want?”

Liam smiled. “We’re asking the questions here, Klaus.”

“My name is not—”

“I really don’t care.”