“Are you working with the sidhe-seers against me?” “No.” “Are you working with anyone against me?” “No.” “Where do your loyalties lie, Ms. Lane?” “With myself,” I shouted. “With my sister! With my family, and screw all of you!” The violence in the room abated. After a moment, Barrons resumed his seat in the chair across from me, absorbed my painfully stiff posture, and smiled without humor. “Very well, Mac. Relax.”
