Bone Gods by Caitlin Kittredge

Author:Caitlin Kittredge
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9780312388201
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2010-11-30T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

She only slept, really slept, for a few hours—it was six a.m., glowing and red in her face, when her eyes snapped open. Jack’s breathing quickened almost as soon as hers did, and he opened his eyes. “Back to the bone-shaker’s errand, then?” he said, voice husky from smoke and sleep.

Pete sat up and tried to work the kinks from her neck. “Suppose we have to.” Despite her resolve not to give Naughton more ammunition for whatever sort of wickedness he was up to, she couldn’t think of another way to keep Ollie from ending up like poor McCorkle.

“You hungry?” Jack asked. “Stealing on a empty stomach’s no good.”

Pete shook her head. “I haven’t been hungry since Naughton showed up here and gave me the hard line, like the scary bastard he is.” She found her shirt and panties and slipped them on, feeling her skin prickle when the air hit it. A scrim of frost lay on the window and the street outside, just starting to stir and growl at this hour of the morning. The radiator in the corner of the bedroom kicked on with a hiss and a clang.

“How about you?” she said after Jack spent a quiet few moments both getting dressed and studiously avoiding her eyeline. “Hungry? We could stop on the way.”

Jack dug in the wardrobe and pulled out a clean shirt, rolling it over his torso. “Nah. ’M fine, luv. No appetite. Let’s go.”

Pete pulled her jeans on and took the hint. He wasn’t talking about the sex and she wasn’t going to be that sort of woman, the one who interrogated everyone she happened to take a tumble with.

She got her bag and added the usual inventory—mobile, lighter, wallet. “I’d just gotten that pistol,” she told Jack. “Hope Naughton’s enjoying running about like he’s in MI6.”

“Meant to ask you about that,” Jack said. He pulled on his old leather and let out a sigh. “Hello, gorgeous.”

“You weren’t here.” Pete went to the lift. “It’s not as if I can shoot fire from my fingertips.” She started to tell him about the zombie and the paralyzer hex, then thought better of it. Best case, Jack would laugh at her. Worst case, this Jack with no memory and no marks on him would know she could throw hexes. Pete couldn’t be that kind of lovesick fool, even when she wished she could. When Jack came up with more than a blank spot in his memory about walking out of Hell, she’d tell him about the hexes.

“Don’t think we’ll need a gun, though,” Pete said. “Assuming she hasn’t changed her mind, the ME’s a friend.”

“Always did like the bossy detective side of you, luv,” Jack said. He placed his hands on her waist, swaying slightly as they waited for the lift. “Are you sure we have to go poach Carver right this minute?”

Pete lifted his hands away from her. “Jack, that is not going to work.”

“No?” His bottom lip protruded. “Not even a quick tumble? Take pity on me—being locked in Hell makes a bloke horny.

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