Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

“The fuck he did. He said Fourth and Langley. Seven dead. Why do you care?” What kind of monster had ears like that? Couldn’t I have gotten a half-deaf one? Scowling, I continued toward the door. “You will stop right there, and tell me where you’re going.” My feet stopped, independent of my will. The bastard had used Voice. “Don’t do this to me,” I gritted, sweat breaking out on my forehead. I was fighting him with all I had, and weakening quickly. I wanted to tell him where I was going nearly as badly as I wanted to kill the Lord Master. “Don’t make me,” he said in a normal voice. “I thought we were working together, Ms. Lane. I thought we were allied in a common cause. Did that phone call from the inspector have something to do with the Sinsar Dubh? You aren’t keeping something from me, are you?” “No.” “Final warning. If you don’t answer me, I’ll rip it from your throat. And while I’m at it, I’ll ask anything else I feel like asking, too.” “That’s not fair! I can’t use Voice on you,” I cried. “You’re only teaching me to resist it.”