Faefever (Fever, #3)

by Karen Marie Moning

The only two times you ever called me Mac is when I was near death. Since there’s no other threat around right now, you must be about to kill me. It’s perfectly logical.” “I didn’t call you Mac.” “Yes, you did.” “I called you Ms. Lane.” “No, you didn’t.” “Yes, I did.” I clenched my jaw. Sometimes, despite Barrons’ eternal old-world sophistication, and my glamour-girl cool, he and I very nearly devolve into childish fights.