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I opened the motel room door. There stood a short, gaunt man dressed in clothes covered in a decade’s worth of filth.
“It’s for you,” I called to Adam.
The dead homeless guy grunted and pushed past me into the room.
“It’s a zombie,” I said to Adam, now standing in the open bathroom doorway.
“You think?” He turned to the dead guy. “Kimerion, I presume?”
“Yes. Have I interrupted an intimate moment?”
Adam arched an eyebrow, then cast a pointed look at me—fully dressed—then at the bed—still made with our laptops on it.
“Only a passing familiarity with human intimacy, I take it?” Adam said.
“Or its cleanest,” Kimerion said. “Human reproduction is so messy. All those bodily fluids.”
“Speaking of bodily fluids . . .” I pointed to the snail’s trail of purification he had left in his wake. “Next time you need a dead body? Shopping is much better at the morgue. Cleaned up, stitched up, and prettied up. You’d look almost human.”
He curled his lip, revealing teeth the color of maggots. Or maybe they were maggots.
“Don’t take another step.” I went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, put it on the chair, and motioned for him to sit. As he did, I spritzed him.
“My aftershave?” Adam said.
“It’s cheaper than my perfume.” I turned to Kimerion. `“So, who stole my thunder?”
“I don’t know yet.”
He gave me a withering look. “No. I found something else you might consider useful. I realized that may happen as I continue this investigation, and if it does, we may wish to extend our agreement to cover it.”
“So you want to be paid for the leads that don’t actually solve the case?” I turned to Adam. “Why don’t we do that? If we’re investigating, and we find out someone’s screwing around or cheating his company, we can sell that information to the highest bidder.”
“We could. If we were demons.”
“Ah, right. There’s the rub. Our pesky human consciences.” I glanced back at Kimerion. “We’re not bargaining for every useless scrap—”
“Not even if it pertains to a recent case of yours? A certain Volo half-demon’s untimely departure from her hell dimension?”
“Yes, it’s harder than escaping from Alcatraz. So I’ve heard. But it does happen. I’ve heard that, too.”
“True. But Leah O’Donnell, while possessing a great power and a remarkable amount of animal cunning, lacked the intellect necessary to carry out her plan. So why was she be able to escape hell when so many of her betters cannot?”
Excerpt from Spell Bound ©2011 by Kelley Armstrong
Savannah Levine is in terrible danger, and for once she’s powerless to help herself. At the conclusion of Waking the Witch, Savannah swore that she would give up her powers if it would help a young girl. Little did she know that someone would take her up on that promise.Get Your Own Copy: Amazon(pb) | Kindle | B&N(hc) | Nook
And now, witch hunting assassins, necromancers, half-demons, and rogue witches all seem to be after her. The threat is not just for Savannah; every member of the Otherworld might be at risk. While most of her fellow supernaturals are circling the wagons at a gathering of the council in Miami, Savannah is caught on the road, isolated from those who can protect her and unable to use her vast spell casting talent, the thing she counts on most. In a story that will change the shape of the Otherworld forever, Spell Bound gathers Elena, Clay, Paige, Lucas, Jaime, Hope, and others, who soon learn that the greatest threat to supernaturals just may come from within.
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