Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

“Have you truly found her? Is she alive? In every spare moment, I have searched for her. It has prevented me from attending you as I wished.” “Velvet is a Fae name?” “His true name is unpronounceable in your tongue. Is she here?” I nodded. “I must see her. How does she fare?” Barrons’ hand shot out and closed around V’lane’s throat. “You lying fuck.” V’lane grabbed Barron’s arm with one hand, his throat with the other. I stared, fascinated. I was so discombobulated by recent developments that I hadn’t even realized Barrons and V’lane were standing face-to-face on a crowded dance floor for what was probably the first time in all eternity—close enough to kill each other. Well, close enough for Barrons to kill V’lane. Barrons was staring at the Fae prince as if he’d finally caught a fire ant that had been torturing him for centuries while he’d lay spread-eagled on the desert, coated in honey. V’lane was glaring at Barrons as if he couldn’t believe he’d be so stupid. “We have larger concerns than your personal grievances,” V’lane said with icy disdain. “If you cannot remove your head from your ass and see that, you deserve what will happen to your world.”