Close your eyes. Take a breath. Count to three. Let it out. Count to four.”

“Shove it up your ass,” he said, hunching into himself and starting to shake. “The last time you told me to close my eyes and count from ten, look what happened to me.

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I handed it over, and Jenks stumbled at the weight. His head thunked into the wall of the narrow hallway.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed, crashing into the opposite wall when he overcompensated.

“I’m all right!” he said quickly, waving off any help. “I’m all right. Sweet mother of Tink, the damn walls are so close! It’s like walking in a freaking anthill.

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I was with a six-foot-four, athletic, angsty young man dressed in casual linen pants and matching fawn-colored shirt. Under it was a skintight two-piece suit of silk and spandex that had set us back a couple hundred dollars, but after seeing him in it, my head bobbed and my card came out.

Kim Harrison


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His seat belt was on, and his hands dropped from where he’d been fiddling with the visor.

“You look small,” he finally said, looking both innocent and wise.

Kim Harrison


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Together we made our way from the service entrances in back to the front, Jenks shedding clothes and handing them to me to stuff in my bag every few yards. It was terribly distracting, but I managed to avoid running into the Dumpsters and recycling bins.

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Good God,” I whispered, sitting on the van’s cot and looking at my legs, horrified. They were hairy—not wolf hairy, but an I-couldn’t-find-my-razor-the-last-six-months hairy. Utterly grossed out, I took a peek at my armpit, jerking away. Oh, that’s just…nasty.

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It’s a cat.

Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

Kim Harrison


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What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

Kim Harrison


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Vamps were homebodies—high-maintenance, party-till-you-die, don’t-look-at-me-funny-or-I’ll-kill-you homebodies, but homebodies nevertheless.

Kim Harrison


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And as far as Piscary is concerned, he can burn in hell—if his soul hadn’t already evaporated.

Kim Harrison


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