Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

thrust my hands in my pockets. “No run-ins with the Book.” “No calls from Jayne?” I shook my head. He could Voice me on that one, and I’d still be able to say no. He’d asked the wrong question. I took perverse pleasure in that. “Any contact with V’lane?” “Aren’t you Question Boy tonight? Why don’t you try judging my actions?” I said. “Speaking of which, I’ve decided I see the wisdom of your advice.” “Has Hell frozen over?” he said dryly. “Funny. I’m not going to ask you questions tonight, Barrons. I’m going to ask you for three actions.” It seemed my gut had come up with a plan. I hoped my instincts were sound. Interest uncoiled like a dark snake in his eyes. “Go on.” I reached beneath my jacket, removed my spear from the shoulder harness, and held it out to him. “Here. Take this.” Here it was, the moment of truth. So simple. So telling. Dark eyes narrowed; the snake in them moved. “Who have you been talking to, Ms. Lane?” he said softly. “No one.” “Tell me what you’re after or I won’t play your little game.”