Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

it?” I shook my head. “It’s already gone. That way,” I pointed west. An icy channel sluiced east through the night. I would lead him in the opposite direction, and eventually claim that I’d lost its “signal.” I felt sick to my stomach, and not because of all the bodies and blood. The Sinsar Dubh is the ultimate in nausea. I reached in my pocket and thumbed out a Tums. I had the beginnings of a brutal migraine, and hoped it wouldn’t spike. “Later you’re going to tell me everything you know. Somehow you’ve figured out how it’s moving around the city, and it’s linked to the crimes, isn’t it?” He was good. When I nodded gingerly, trying not to split my skull, he said, “And somehow you managed to coerce Jayne into feeding you information. How you accomplished that, frankly, confounds me.” “Gee, maybe I’m not as inept as you think I am.” I popped another Tums in my mouth and made a mental note to start carrying aspirin, too. After a pause, he said tightly, “Maybe you’re not,” which was very nearly an apology from Barrons. “I fed him Unseelie.” “Are you fucking nuts?” Barrons exploded. “It worked.” His eyes narrowed. “One might think you’re developing situational ethics.” “You think I don’t know what those are. My father’s an attorney. I know what those are.” A faint smile curved his lips. “Get back on the bike and tell me where to go.” “I’ll tell you where to go,” I muttered sourly, and he laughed. As we sped down the street, away from the Dark Book, my headache began to ease. I...