Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

“Why don’t you just tell me what you want the Sinsar Dubh for?” No longer staring into the fire, he faced me. “Why do you keep moving like that? You never used to do it before.” It was unnerving. “Does it unnerve you?” “Not at all. It’s just … hard to follow.” A haze of red slithered through his eyes. “Doesn’t faze you at all?” “Not a bit. I only want to know what changed.” He shrugged. “Concealing my nature requires effort.” But his eyes said, Think you accepted the beast? Stare at it, day in, day out. Not a problem. “The queen came to—” “She’s conscious?” I exclaimed. “—briefly before she went under again.” “Why does it always take you so long to tell me the important things?” “While the queen was lucid, Jack had the presence of mind to ask her who sealed her in the coffin.” Expectancy straightened my spine. “And?” “She said it was a Fae prince she’d never seen before. He called himself Cruce.” I stared, stunned. “How is that possible? Is anyone who’s supposed to be dead actually dead?” “Doesn’t seem like it.” “Did he have wings?” He gave me a look. “Why?” “Cruce does.” “How do you—ah. Memories.”