Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

I pushed through the crowd, pulled myself up next to him, and said, “Hey, remember me?” He ignored me. I imagined he heard that a lot if he’d been coming here awhile. I stood beside him, looking out over the sea of heads. “I’m the woman that was with Darroc the night we met in the street. I need you to summon V’lane.” The golden god’s head swiveled. Disdain stamped his immortal features. “Summon. V’lane. Those two words do not go together in any language, human.” “I had his name in my tongue until Barrons sucked it out. I need him. Now.” This golden god might have disconcerted me once, but I had a spear in my holster and a black secret in my heart, and nothing disconcerted me anymore. I wanted V’lane here, now. He had a few things to answer for. “V’lane did not give you his name.” “On multiple occasions. And his fury with you will know no bounds if he learns I asked you to get him for me and you refused.” He regarded me in stony silence. I shrugged. “Fine. Your call. Just remember what he did to Dree’lia.” I turned and walked away. He was in front of me.