Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

“I was talking about the Unseelie. I figured you prancing fairy bastards would get off our world voluntarily after helping eradicate your skulking half.” “I do not prance.” Dree’lia was insulted. “You would do well to recall the delights found in our arms.” I glanced at Barrons disbelievingly. “You had sex with her?” He rolled his eyes. “It was a long time ago and only because she pretended to know something about the Book.” “Lies, ancient one. You panted around behind me—” “Barrons has never panted around behind anyone,” I said. His dark gaze shimmered with amusement. Unexpected, but thanks for the defense. Well, you haven’t. Not even me. Debatable. Ryodan would disagree with you. Sleep with another fairy and I’ll turn into V’lane’s personal Pri-ya. His eyes were murderous, but he kept his tone light. Jealous much? What’s mine is mine. He went very still. Is that how you think of me? Time seemed to stand still while we looked at each other. The arguing receded. The cavern emptied and it was just him and me. The moment stretched between us, pregnant with possibility. I hate moments like this. They always demand you lay something on the line. He wanted an answer. And he wasn’t moving until he got one. I could see it in his eyes. I was terrified. What if I said yes and he came back with a mocking retort? What if I got dewy and emotional and he left me hanging all exposed? Worse yet, what was going to happen when he found out I hadn’t gotten the spell to free his son? Would h...