Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

“Maybe I don’t care what happens to the world.” V’lane’s head swiveled my way, cool appraisal in his gaze. “I have permitted you to retain your spear, MacKayla. You will not let him harm me. Kill him—” Barrons squeezed. “I said shut up.” “He has the fourth stone,” I reminded Barrons. “We need him.” “Keltars!” V’lane said, staring up at the foyer. He hissed through his teeth. “I know. Big fucking party tonight,” said Barrons. “Where? Is that who just came in?” I said. Barrons leaned closer to V’lane and sniffed him. His nostrils flared, as if he found the scent both repulsive and perfect for a fine, bloody filet. “Where is she?” a man roared. The accent was Scottish, like Christian’s but thicker. V’lane ordered, “Shut him up before his next question is, ‘Where is the queen,’ and every Unseelie in this place discovers she is here.” Barrons moved too fast for me to see. One second, V’lane was his usual gorgeous self, then his nose was crushed and gushing blood. Barrons said, “Next time, fairy,” and was gone. “I said, where the bloody hell is the—” I heard a grunt, then the sound of fists and more grunts, and all hell broke loose at Chester’s. “I doona give a bloody damn what you think. She’s our responsibility—” “And a hell of a job you’ve done with her—” “She’s my queen and she’s not going anywhere with—” “—so far, losing her to the fucking Unseelie.” “—and we’ll be taking her back to Scotland with us, where she can be watched o’er properly.” “—a pair of inept humans, she be...