Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

“The word that was supposed to be emphasized there was how. As in honorably.” “What place does honor have in the face of death? And, please, did you honorably kill that woman you carried out of the Silver in your study?” “You couldn’t possibly understand that, either.” “That’s your answer for everything, isn’t it? I couldn’t possibly understand, so you’re not going to bother telling me. You know what I think, Jericho? You’re a coward. You won’t use words, because you don’t want anyone to hold you accountable,” I accused. “You won’t tell the truth, because then somebody might judge you, and God—” “—has nothing to do with this and—” “—forbid you actually get personal with me—” “—I don’t give a damn about being judged—” “—and I don’t mean try to have sex with me—” “—I wasn’t trying to have sex with you—” “—I didn’t mean at this precise moment. I meant—” “—and it would have been impossible, anyway, because we’ve been running. I don’t have any bloody idea why we’ve been running,” he said irritably, “but you’re the one who started it and you’re the one that stopped.” “—like knock down a few walls between us and see what happens. No, you’re such a coward that the only time you can call me by my name is when you’re either pretty sure I’m dying or you think I’m so out of my mind that I won’t notice. Seems like a hell of a wall to erect between yourself and someone you don’t like.” “It’s not a wall. I merely endeavor to help you keep our boundaries straight. And I didn’t say I didn’...