Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

high-speed trip down the sidewalk and, if I knew Barrons as well as I thought I did, he’d sell it before he’d drive it again, no matter how flawlessly it was repaired. I kind of felt the same way. When you spend that much money, you want perfection. “I need a car to drive.” “Why?” “I’ve decided to go to the abbey for the ritual,” I said. “I’m not certain that’s wise.” “It’s not your decision.” “Maybe it should be,” he said. “I can’t do anything to help the MacKeltars, Barrons.” “I didn’t say you should. Perhaps you should remain in the store tomorrow night. It’s the safest place for you.” “You want me to hide?” My voice rose with disbelief on the last word. Months ago, I might have happily hid. Watched late night TV while painting my fingernails and toenails to match, a divine shade of pink. Now? Not a chance. “Sometimes caution is the wisest course,” he said. “Tell you what, Barrons: you come be cautious with me, I’ll stay in, too. Not because I want your company,” I said before he could make a pithy comment, “but because of that whole