“She’s with O’Bannion, you know,” I told him through lips that burned with cold. Even Barrons looked chilled, pale. “I know,” he said. “She’s eating Unseelie.” “Yes.” “Do you care?” “Fio is her own woman, Ms. Lane.” “What if I have to kill her?” If she came after me now, I’d have no choice but to stab her. “She tried to kill you. If her plan had worked, you would have been dead. I underestimated her. I didn’t think her capable of murder. I was wrong. She wanted you out of the way and was willing to sacrifice anything I might want, or need, to accomplish it.” “Were you her lover?” He looked at
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