Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

wanted to strangle him. “Will you?” “Motivate me.” “If nothing else, it’ll keep me safer. A safer OOP detector is a happier one. Happier is more productive.” “You haven’t detected anything of use to me for several weeks.” “You haven’t asked me to,” I said defensively. “There’s an OOP you know I want, yet you withheld information from me about it.” “You have that information now. What’s the problem?” Had I just sounded like V’lane? “The problem is I still don’t have the OOP, Ms. Lane.” “I’m working on it. I’ll be able to work faster, the safer I am. If the walls come down, every Unseelie out there will be hunting it, getting in my way. You told me once that you didn’t want more of them in your city. Was that a lie?” “Point made. What do you want from me?” “I want you to join them on Halloween and help them perform the ritual. And I want you to promise not to harm them.” Because of the delicate way I’d shaped our conversation, it sounded as if I was asking him to help the sidhe-seers. He measured me a long moment, then said, “I’ll swap you an action for an action. Get me within sight distance of the Sinsar Dubh, and I’ll help your little friends.” “Help my little friends,” I countered, “and I’ll get you within sight distance of the Sinsar Dubh.” “I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.” “You have my word.” I’d deal with the problem of the promise I’d just made in the future. Right now, I needed to keep the walls up, and make sure the hu...