Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

that promised hope, the other warning of a blight upon the earth. If I genuinely was part of either one, I was determined to fulfill the former. I wanted to know more about the latter so I could avoid it. I wanted the names of the people Daddy had spoken to all those years ago when he’d gone to Ireland to dig into Alina’s medical history when she was sick. I wanted to know exactly what they’d told him. But there was no way I could ask him about any of it in front of Barrons and Ryodan. If they got the smallest whiff of some prophecy in which I supposedly doomed the world, they might just lock me up and throw away the key. “I miss them. They need to know I’m alive.” “They know. I videoed you walking in, and Barrons showed them the clip.” Ryodan paused, then added, “Jack insisted on it.” I glanced sharply at Ryodan. Was that a faint smile on his face? He liked my father. I’d heard it in his voice when he called him Jack. He respected him. I glowed inside. I’m always proud of my daddy, but when somebody like Ryodan likes him … Even though I couldn’t stand the owner of Chester’s, I took it as a compliment. “Too bad you’re not really his daughter. He comes from strong blood.” I gave him a look I learned from Barrons. “But nobody’s sure exactly where you came from, are they, Mac?” “My biological mother was Isla O’Connor, leader of the Haven for the sidhe-seers,” I informed him coolly. “Really? Because I did some digging when Barrons told me what the O’Reilly woman said, and it t...