Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

19 You put them in a glass room? Can’t you give them a little privacy?” I stared at my parents through the wall. Although comfortably furnished with rugs, a bed, a sofa, a small table, and two chairs, the room was made of the same kind of glass as Ryodan’s office, only in reverse. Mom and Dad couldn’t see out, but everyone else could see in. I glanced to the left. The shower had an enclosure of sorts; the toilet didn’t. “Do they know people can see in?” “I spare their lives and you ask for privacy. This isn’t for you. Or them. It’s insurance for me,” Ryodan said. Barrons joined us. “I told Fade to bring up sheets and duct tape.” “For what?” I was horrified. Were they going to roll my parents up in sheets and duct-tape them? “They can tape sheets to the walls.” “Oh,” I said. “Thanks,” I muttered. I was silent a moment, watching them through the glass. Dad was sitting on the sofa, facing my mom, holding her hands, talking softly. He was robust and handsome as ever, and the extra silver in his hair only made him look more distinguished. Mom had that glazed look she got whenever she couldn’t deal, and I knew he was probably talking about normal, everyday things to ground her in a reality she could face. I had no doubt he was assuring her everything was going to be okay, because that was what Jack Lane did: exuded safety and security, made you believe he could deliver on anything he promised. It was what made him such a great lawyer, such a wonderful father. No obstacle had eve...