The Undead Pool (Hollows) by Harrison Kim

Author:Harrison, Kim [Harrison, Kim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

Sixteen

Well, do your best,” Trent said into his shiny phone as he flipped my car’s tiny visor to block the sun flashing irritatingly through the building-lined Hollows street. He looked tired, overdue for his afternoon nap. Apparently the holes in the Hollows blockades had been closed, and much to Trent’s disgust, the Kalamack name wasn’t opening doors like it used to.

The shadow of the bridge shaded us, and I slowed my little car as we wove past the unattended BRIDGE CLOSED sign. Jenks’s dust shifted to a concerned orange and he shrugged, feet drumming the rearview mirror. I’d left a message for Edden that we were coming in, but if he hadn’t gotten it, I didn’t know how we were going to get past the manned blockade.

“There’s a few days’ pasture at the church before he eats it all,” Trent added, and I slowly crept down the bridge at a meek forty miles an hour. The empty bridge looked odd. One would think that if both Cincinnati and the Hollows were closed, they could be closed together.

“He’s not going to hurt me,” Trent said, giving me an uncomfortable glance. “The man was there at my birth. Quen, Rachel has this.”

Which was why I’d jammed my splat gun and several other nasties in my bag before we left. Yesterday, while eating hot dogs and ribs with the man, I wouldn’t have thought he’d swat a fly, much less destroy an entire floor of the FIB. It would’ve been major news if it hadn’t been shoved below the fold by the rising violence between various vampire gangs and Were packs, all of them looking for Free Vampires.

It was bad and getting worse, and now that I was out of my church, I couldn’t ignore it. Misfires were one thing, but possible vampire-on-vampire violence was far more dangerous. My worry for Ivy layered over everything, and I slowed to look at a damaged pylon. Were graffiti was scrawled among the broken pieces of plastic and cement chunks in clear warning. Six different packs at least.

It had been in the news, but the visual confirmation that Weres were becoming more aggressive in the face of feuding vampires was chilling. Maybe that’s why the blockades between Cincy and the Hollows. The trains, too, weren’t stopping anymore, blowing through the usual stops at eighty miles an hour, horns screaming a klaxon warning. I knew David was working with Edden to find the Free Vampires, but I’d not heard from him since yesterday, more reason to be concerned.

“As soon as I know,” Trent said tersely. “Thank you.” He closed his phone, twisting to tuck it in a pocket. Expression grim, he stared out over the river. The wind brushed through his hair, and I wanted to touch it—to bring him back to me. I’d seen Trent quietly lose his temper before, but seldom when it involved Quen. The passion from our kiss, hardly an hour old, flashed through me and was gone.

“Anything I can do?” I offered as the cop just past the end of the bridge flagged us down.

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