Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

I looked at him. I’d flipped on the exterior lights outside BB&B, powered by the store’s immense generators, but the light was at his back and he was heavily shadowed. Still, I would have known it was him even if I were blind. I could feel him on the air; I could smell him. He was furious with me. I didn’t care. He was back. He was alive. My heart did a flip-flop. I thrilled to his presence. I would anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances. No matter what he was, what he’d done. Even if he was one-ninth of the Unseelie King who’d begun it all. “Something’s seriously wrong with me,” I said, half under my breath. “Just now figuring that out, are you?” I gave him a look. “Good to see you alive again.” “Good to be alive.” “Do you really mean that?” He’d made comments about death in the past, which now made sense to me. Apparently he would never experience it, and at times he’d seemed almost … envious. “Nice tan. You just can’t stay away from the Fae when I’m gone, can you? Did V’lane take you to the beach again? Did you get a sand burn when he fucked you?” “Are you the Unseelie King, Barrons? Is that what you and your eight are? Different facets of you, crammed into human form, while you search Dublin for your missing Book?” “Are you the concubine? The Book certainly seems enamored of you. Can’t stay away. Kills everyone else. Plays with you.” I blinked. He was always way ahead of me, and he didn’t even know about my dream of the winged prince or my déjà vu experience in the...