Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

direct question! I tried to do it again, mentally forming the words, but I couldn’t force them out. I didn’t know how I’d done it in the first place. “Who were you going to see the night you saw the Sinsar Dubh?” Oh, no. This wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to know everything. “A guy that knew Alina,” I said between clenched teeth. “Tell me his name.” No, no, no. “Christian MacKeltar.” “Are you fucking kidding me?” He exploded from his chair and glared down at me. Since he’d used Voice, I was obligated to say, “No,” although I knew the question had been rhetorical. The killing violence was back, over a simple name. Why? What significance did Christian’s name have to him? Did he know him? Closing my eyes, I sought the sidhe-seer place in my head. It was no help. I still couldn’t speak. How could I feel so much power in that hot, alien part of my mind, yet find nothing there of use to me in this situation? “How did you meet Christian MacKeltar?” “He works at the ALD at Trinity. I met him when you sent me to pick up the invitation to the auction from his boss, but she wasn’t there.”