Wrong Side of Dead

Wrong Side of Dead

by Kelly Meding

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ISBN-13: 9780345525796
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/31/2012
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 813,315
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Kelly Meding discovered Freddy Krueger at a very young age and has since had a lifelong obsession with horror, science fiction, and fantasy, on which she blames her interest in vampires, psychic powers, superheroes, and all things paranormal. When not writing, she can be found crafting jewelry, playing with her cat, or enjoying a good cup of coffee.

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Chapter One

Friday, July 25

11:10 p.m.

The rave was already in full swing by the time Phineas and I showed up dressed to blend, even though we weren’t there for a party. Illegal raves full of drunk college students and twenty­somethings were the ideal hunting ground for half-­Blood vampires, which made the transformed warehouse the perfect place for our little stakeout. But while any Halfie would do, I was hoping to see one particular target show up.

The music vibrated in my chest, loud enough for me to know my ears would be ringing by the time I left. We paused just inside, and Phineas el Chimal, my squad leader and partner for the night, closed his eyes to orient his more sensitive were-­hearing to the din. Ravers jostled past us, ignorant of the partygoers around them, caught up in their own narrow little worlds. They had no clue why we were there, or that death was mingling among the kegs, glow sticks, and gyrating bodies.

No clue and no fucking manners. I was ready to turn around and slap the next person who elbowed me.

Phin saved them by opening his clear blue eyes and smiling. “Ready to have some fun?” he asked.

“Definitely.” I draped myself onto his arm so we’d look like the happy couple we were pretending to be, and his fingers laced through mine. We both knew we’d have to do some acting, and I trusted him to watch my back. He’d been doing it without fail since the day we met nearly three months ago.

I stumbled a little in my knee-­high boots, not used to the three-­inch heels. My default shoes of choice were sneakers or combat boots—­better for running and kicking. But the black leather boots I had on now matched my black leather miniskirt, and their knee-­high length carefully hid a pair of serrated blades. The boots were the only place where my skimpy outfit could easily camouflage weapons, so I suffered the indignity of stumbling around in them. Anyway, it was also a good excuse to lean on Phin and put on a lovey-­dovey show.

At least Phin had the benefit of jeans and a black wife-­beater, which showed off his toned physique and earned him appreciative smiles from a few female gawkers. I shot them possessive glares as we wove our way into the dancing, gyrating crowd. The air was thick with the distinctive odors of smoke, beer, and sweat.

Phin tilted his head, pretended to nuzzle my neck, and whispered, “Team one, six o’clock.”

I spotted them easily, dancing amid a tight cluster near the DJ’s stage. Gina Kismet and Marcus Dane were team one to our team two, and even from a distance they made quite the convincing (if mismatched) couple—­Gina’s five-­foot-­two, pale-­skinned, red-­haired goth girl to his six-­foot-­one, black-­haired, copper-­eyed pirate.

Okay, so I never actually called him a pirate to his face, but the long hair in a ponytail, the ruddy complexion, and the tendency toward scruffy facial hair gave that impression. Even if I hadn’t known that the man was actually Felia—­a were-­jaguar, to be precise—­I would have suspected he wasn’t quite what he appeared.

They were burning it up on the dance floor, completely into each other—­at least to the untrained eye. And besides our two pairs, we had two single plants mingling around the rave, on the lookout for shimmering eyes and silver-­streaked hair, or even a set of fangs that hadn’t been filed down. Half-­Blood vampires have certain telltale signs that can be covered up with contacts and hair dye, but members of the newest crop of Half­ies were bolder and smarter, and they weren’t as afraid of us as they used to be, back when an organization called the Triads existed and just our name sent them fleeing in fear. God, I miss those days.

It didn’t really help that one of our own was now one of these bolder Half­ies and seemed to be using our hard-­learned tactics against us.

Phin swept me through the crowd, and we ended up near the makeshift bar, where two guys with silver rings in their noses were filling cups from dozens of different kegs. Phin collected a beer for each of us to complete the fitting-­in image. Beer wasn’t my favorite, but I’d guzzled worse in the line of duty.

At least a hundred people were in the main part of the warehouse, and I imagined dozens more wandered around, getting into any unlocked rooms they could find. Initial surveillance told us that the place had a section of offices on the north side of the warehouse, as well as roof access from the main floor.

Although I had officially returned to the field last week, after spending almost three weeks training and recovering from being nearly tortured to death (again) last month, this was my first big mission since . . . well, since my time with the Triads.

And a lot was riding on finding the guy we were looking for.

“Time to play,” I said.

Phin grinned. The strobe lights lit his angular face in a way that accentuated the fact that he was a were-­osprey—­ a predator in every sense of the word, but also a very loyal ally. Our relationship had its share of ups (me saving his life twice in the first two weeks we knew each other) and downs (him stabbing me in the stomach the first day we knew each other), but I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side for tonight’s operation. Except maybe the one man who no longer wanted to be there.

We moved with the crowd, creating an easy dance of grinding and groping, while carefully observing the other dancers and sipping slowly at our beers. Gina and Marcus had disappeared. I spotted one of our single plants, a full-­Blood vampire named Quince, dancing it up with a pair of girls in slinky dresses. He’d dyed his white hair dark blond and wore blue contact lenses to cover his glimmering purple eyes. That color was a very distinctive vampire attribute. The other was his long, lean frame, which he carried like a male model.

Quince had joined our organization two weeks ago and proved, right from the start, to be eager and very trainable. Phin immediately asked to have him assigned to his squad.

Before separating for the night’s mission, our working sextet had come up with a handful of signals, since using earbuds would be useless with the noise levels. Quince caught me looking at him and tugged hard on his left earlobe—­shorthand for “I might have something.”

I scratched my forehead along the hairline, motioning that I understood. “Come on,” I said to Phineas.

We leaned on each other, pretending to be more tipsy than we were, as we threaded our way to the opposite wall, which was painted with Day-­Glo stripes and splatters. Quince extricated himself from his dance partners and met us there, slapping Phin on the shoulder as if greeting an old buddy.

“Rumors are circulating about a private party at midnight,” Quince said, his tone serious even as his expression remained playful. “It promises a narcotic experience that is both mind-­altering and life-­changing.”

It definitely sounded like what happens when humans are infected with the vampire parasite, which turns them into half-­Bloods. Vampires are a species unto themselves; they aren’t made and they were never human. Their saliva, however, is highly infectious to humans, and a single bite alters a human being’s brain functions and physical nature. Many infected humans go insane from the change, but some adapt and are able to function with relative ease—­relative given that they’re still driven by bloodlust and are at risk of infecting more humans. Which is why all Half­ies are on our “kill first, don’t ask questions” list.

But the functional Half­ies were our target tonight. During the last two weeks, we’d stumbled across several places where a dozen or more Halfie corpses had been dumped after being beheaded. Word on the street said several functioning Half­ies were looking to create an army of similarly functioning Half­ies to take us on. And since two in three went bat shit crazy from the infection, they seemed to be building their ranks by trial and error.

Which meant the bodies of the once innocent were piling up, and their makers had to be stopped. Of all the minor disasters plaguing the city, this was our most pressing. And the most personal, given the former Hunter who was helping to organize it.

“Where’s the party?” I asked.

“Meeting on the roof,” he replied. “For a brief inspection, I assume, before reporting the location to the chosen candidates.”

“Awesome. What time is it?”

Phin checked his cell phone. “Eleven-­twenty.”

Good, we had a little time. “Quince, I want you and the other plants to stay down here just in case things get rowdy. Phin and I will let team one know, then head up to the roof.”

Quince nodded, laughed like I’d just told the funniest joke ever, then melted back into the crowd. He was a damned good actor, for a vampire.

Phin crowded in and pressed his forehead to mine, like a lover going in for a kiss. His familiar scent, wild and clean like a raging mountain river, settled around me. “Think he’ll show for the roof meet?” he asked, mouth mere inches from mine.

“Hope so,” I replied, “but I’m not counting on it.” I was keenly aware of Phin’s warmth and of every place our skin touched. I missed this kind of contact with a man—­one man in particular, who made me crazy in the best and worst ways. But I couldn’t waste time missing Wyatt, or mourning our broken relationship. I had a damned job to do.

“I’ll go tell Marcus,” Phin said. “Meet me by the roof access.”


I lingered against the wall for the length of a song. That should be enough time for Phin to track down Marcus and Kismet and let them in on the new plan. The music changed. I eyed a path toward the far end of the warehouse where the stairwell (according to the blueprints) was located, aware of the pulsing throng between me and it.

Which was why I didn’t notice my shadow until he’d sidled up next to me, leaning casually against the wall like he belonged there. I shifted sideways, prepared to tell him to get lost, and froze. Shit.

“Hey, Evy.”

He’d taken care to dye his hair back to its natural shade of brown, and donned a pair of lavender-­tinted sunglasses to obscure the new shimmer to his eyes, but the face was the same. Felix Diggory, former Hunter and two-­week-­old half-­Blood, grinned at me, his unfiled fangs gleaming brightly under the constantly shifting lights.

I wasn’t sure how I’d react when I saw him again. I expected anger, grief, maybe even a little bit of shame, since I was there the night Felix got infected. Instead, all I felt was relief. Relief that he was here and I had the chance to correct my mistake. The mistake that allowed him to run free in the first place.

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Wrong Side of Dead 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
J_Kramin More than 1 year ago
I love this series. Just when you think you can't get any deeper in Evy & Wyatt - you do! Great continuation to the series. Can't wait for the next one.
MJaW61 More than 1 year ago
Ive read all 4 books, and will leave the same review for each. this isnt going to be a review but more of an opinion. If you like Urban fantasy, these books are up there with the best of them. I enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed Kim Harrisons Rachel Morgan books and Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson and Alpha and Omega books. yep, this stuff is just as good. they were pretty hard to put down. We can only hope theres going to be more of Evy Stone!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It's the fourth in the series and I love seeing the trials that the characters live through and rise above. I can't wait to read the next in the sereis.
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Amazing book series by an amazing author.
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Exceptional world building, amazing cast of characters and a story that blows you away while keeping you on the edge of your seat. One series I can't get enough of.
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The Dreg City Series rocks!!! WOW, Cannot wait for the next book. Kelly Meding has some imagination and is an excellent writer!!!!!
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jeri03 More than 1 year ago
I can't wait to read this one, the last Three books in this series was amazing