A Fistful of Charms (The Hollows, Book 4)

By Kim Harrison

The evil evening issues that prowl Cincinnati despise witch and bounty hunter Rachel Morgan. Her new attractiveness for the darkish arts is popping human and undead heads alike with the motive to own, mattress, and kill her -- no longer unavoidably in that order.

Now a mortal lover who deserted Rachel has back, haunted via his mystery previous. And there are those that covet what Nick possesses -- savage beasts keen to break the Hollows and everybody in it if necessary.

Forced to maintain a low profile or ceaselessly undergo the wrath of a vengeful demon, Rachel needs to however act quick. For the pack is amassing for the 1st time in millennia to ravage and to rule. And unexpectedly greater than Rachel's soul is at stake.

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He requested. I nodded and tucked a curl in the back of my ear. I didn’t are looking to inform him why, and notwithstanding Kisten was once an excessive amount of of a gentleman to invite whilst others may possibly listen, Jenks was once one other tale. Wings clattering, he positioned his palms on his hips and frowned at me in his most sensible Peter Pan pose. “How come you are able to do demon magic and not anyone else can? ” he requested. “I’m no longer the single one,” I acknowledged tightly, after which the steel bong of the pull bell Ivy and that i used for a doorbell vibrated in the course of the damp air. Ivy and Kisten either straightened, and that i stated, “It’s most likely Ceri. I requested her to come back over to assist me with my spells this night. ” “Your demon spells? ” Jenks acknowledged bitingly, and that i frowned, now not eager to argue. “I’ll enable her in,” Kisten acknowledged as he stood. “I’ve acquired to head. I—have an appointment. ” His voice was once strained, and that i sponsored up, feeling like airborne dirt and dust whilst I observed his emerging starvation. Crap, he used to be having a troublesome time staying balanced this night. i used to be by no means going to do this back. Kisten easily reached out, and that i didn’t flow while he placed his fingers frivolously on my shoulder and gave me a short kiss. “I’ll name you once we shut. You going to be up? ” I nodded. “Kisten, I’m sorry,” I whispered, and he gave me a grin prior to jogging out with sluggish, measured steps. Riling him up with no having the ability to fulfill his starvation wasn’t reasonable. Jenks landed at the desk beside me, his wings clattering for my cognizance. “Rachel, that’s demon magic,” he stated, his belligerent perspective now not hiding his fear. “That’s why I requested Ceri to examine it,” I acknowledged. “I’ve bought this less than keep watch over. ” “But it’s demon magic! Ivy, inform her she’s being silly. ” “She is aware she’s being silly. ” Ivy closed her laptop down with a number of clicks. “See what she did to Kist? ” I crossed my hands. “All correct, it’s demon magic. yet that doesn’t inevitably make it black. will we pay attention what Ceri says prior to we elect whatever? ” We. Yeah, we. It used to be we back, and it used to be going to stick that method, rattling it. In a surge of movement, Ivy rose, stretching for the ceiling in her black denims and a good knit blouse. She grabbed her handbag and shouted, “Wait up, Kist! ” Jenks and that i stared at her. “You’re going with him? ” I requested for either one of us. Ivy’s glance, rife with disapproval, used to be geared toward me. “I have the desire to make yes nobody takes benefit of him and he finally ends up hating himself while the sunlight comes up. ” She shrugged into her jacket and wear her colors notwithstanding it used to be darkish out. “If you pulled that on me, I’d pin you to the wall and feature at it. Kist is a gentleman. You don’t deserve him. ” My breath stuck on the reminiscence of my again to the wall and Kisten’s lips on my neck. A spike of remembered desire raced from my neck to my groin. Ivy sucked in her breath as though I’d slapped her, her heightened senses taking in my country as simply as i'll see the glints sifting from Jenks. “I’m sorry,” I acknowledged, even though my pores and skin was once tingling. “I wasn’t considering. ” “That’s why I gave you the rattling book,” she acknowledged tightly. “So you wouldn’t need to. ” “What did she do? ” Jenks requested, yet Ivy had walked out, boot heels clunking.

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