Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

from something you failed to save me from to begin with.” I’d asked Dani on the way back to the abbey when he and his men had broken me out. She’d said late in the evening on November 4. Why? Where had he been, and why not with me? He lifted a shoulder, shrugged, grace and power in an elegant Armani suit. “You look fine to me. In fact, you’re better than fine, aren’t you? You walked right through my wards, without a word. Didn’t even leave a note by the bedside. Really,” he mocked, “after all we shared, Ms. Lane.” He gave me a wolf smile, all teeth and promise of blood. “But do I get any thanks for doing the impossible and bringing you back from being Pri-ya? No. What do I get?” He eyed me coldly. “You steal my guns.” “You snooped in my bus!” I said indignantly. “I’ll snoop anywhere I damned well please, Ms. Lane. I’ll snoop inside your skin if I feel like it.” “You just try,” I said, eyes narrowing. He moved forward in one swift, violent lunge but caught himself and locked down hard.