Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

and falling, but your body moves anyway. One resistant step after the next, I minced toward the chair. I reached it and collapsed into it like a rag doll. My throat muscles convulsed and I tried to force out words. “D-don’t … d-do—” “You will not speak unless it is in direct answer to one of my questions.” My lips sealed. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. How ironic that V’lane had asked me to trust him today, I had, and he hadn’t betrayed me. I’d been ready to open up a little to Barrons tonight, tell him a few things, and he’d betrayed me. V’lane had muted his sexuality to preserve my will. Barrons had just stripped it away with a single command, no different from the Lord Master. “Tell me what you saw the night you encountered the Sinsar Dubh,” he repeated. Straining in my skin, nearly suffocating myself with my attempts to resist, I spilled every detail, every last thought, every perception. From the humiliation of lying in that vile puddle in my pretty clothes, to the various forms the Book had taken, to the look it had given me, to my decision about how to track it. Then, to make things worse, I volunteered my entire “intervention” with Inspector Jayne. “Don’t move,” he said, and I sat ramrod-straight in my chair, unable to even scratch my