Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

Court, arguing my side. Barrons didn’t inspire trust. He didn’t even bother trying. When hell freezes over, Barrons. Same bloody page, Ms. Lane. Same bloody— I turned my gaze away in the middle of his sentence, the ocular equivalent of flipping him the bird. Ryodan was watching us, hard. “Butt out,” I warned. “This is between him and me. All you need to do is keep my parents safe and—” “Little hard to do when you’re such a fucking loose cannon.” The door burst open, and Lor and two others stalked in. Tension rolled off them, so thick it seemed to suck the oxygen right out of the room. Fade followed behind them, carrying a pile of sheets and a roll of duct tape. “You’re never going to believe what just walked into the club,” Lor told Ryodan. “Tell me to change. Say the word.” My eyes narrowed. Did Lor need Ryodan’s permission? Or was it a courtesy in his club? “The Sinsar Dubh, right?” Ryodan gave Barrons a pointed look. “Because it skimmed Mac’s mind and now it knows where to find us.” “You are so frigging paranoid, Ryodan. Why would it even want to find you?”