Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

only good for making ewes have twins.”
    â€œIt’s very old,” said Zee. “And old things can have a mind of their own.”
    â€œSo,” I said, still looking at the smoking stick. “Are you still mad at me?”
    Zee’s jaw stiffened. “I want you to know this. I would rather have died in that cell than have you suffer that madman’s attack.”
    I pursed my lips and gave him my truth in exchange for his. “I’m alive. You’re alive. Warren’s alive. Our enemies are dead or vanquished. That makes this a good day.”
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    I went to work on Monday morning and learned that Elizaveta, the pack’s very expensive witch, had been by and done cleanup. The only trace of my run-in with Tim were the scars I’d left on the cement while I was trying to destroy the cup. Even the door Adam broke had been replaced.
    Zee had come in on Friday and Saturday, so all my work was caught up. I had a few bad moments, which I had to hide from Honey, who was Monday’s guard, but by lunch I’d reclaimed the shop as mine. Even Gabriel’s hovering (after school was out) and Honey camped in my office didn’t disturb me as much as I’d expected. I finished at five sharp and sent Gabriel home. Honey followed me to my driveway before going home herself.
    Samuel and I ate take-out Chinese and watched an old action flick from the eighties. About halfway through, Samuel got a call from the hospital and had to leave.
    I turned off the TV as soon as he was gone and took a long hot shower. I shaved my legs in the sink and took my time blow-drying my hair. I braided it, reconsidered, and wore it loose.
    â€œIf you keep fussing, you’ll make me come in and get you,” Adam told me.
    I knew he was there, of course. Even if I hadn’t heard him drive up or come in, I would have known he was there. There was only one reason that Samuel wouldn’t have called for a replacement. He’d known Adam would be over soon.
    I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was darker on my arms and face from the summer sun than it was on the rest of my body, but at least I’d never be pasty pale. Aside from the cut on my chin that Samuel had put two stitches in and a nice bruise on my shoulder that I didn’t remember getting, there was nothing wrong with my body. Karate and mechanicking kept me in good shape.
    My face wasn’t pretty, but my hair was thick and brushed my shoulders.
    Adam wouldn’t force me. Wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do—and had wanted him to do for a long time.
    I could ask him to leave. To give me more time. I stared at the woman in the mirror, but all she did was stare back.
    Was I going to let Tim have the last victory?
    â€œMercy.”
    â€œCareful,” I told him, pulling on clean underwear and an old T-shirt. “I have an ancient walking stick and I know how to use it.”
    â€œThe walking stick is lying across your bed,” he said.
    When I came out of the bathroom, Adam was lying across my bed, too.
    â€œWhen Samuel makes it back from the hospital, he’s going to spend the rest of the night at my house,” Adam said. “We have time to talk.”
    His eyes were closed and he had dark circles under them. He hadn’t been getting much sleep.
    â€œYou look horrible. Don’t they have beds in D.C.?”
    He looked at me, his eyes so dark they were almost black in this light, but I knew they were a shade lighter than mine.
    â€œSo have you made up your mind?” he asked.
    I thought of his rage when he’d broken down the door to my garage, of his despair when he persuaded me to drink out of the goblet again, of the way he’d pulled me out from under the bed and bitten my nose—then held me all night long.
    Tim was dead. And he’d always been a loser.
    â€œMercy?”
    In answer, I pulled the T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

Titles by Patricia Briggs
    The Mercy Thompson Novels
    MOON CALLED
BLOOD BOUND
IRON KISSED
BONE CROSSED
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    The Alpha and Omega Novels
    ON THE PROWL
(with Eileen Wilks, Karen Chance, and Sunny)
CRY WOLF
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    MASQUES
STEAL THE DRAGON
WHEN DEMONS WALK
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    THE HOB’S BARGAIN
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    DRAGON BONES
DRAGON BLOOD
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    RAVEN’S SHADOW
RAVEN’S STRIKE



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