Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

absurd about my priorities?” I evaded. None of my concern what he thought of my outfit. “You hated my rainbows, now you don’t like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?” “The LM, as you call him, sent his princes to rape you and may possibly have raped you himself, and you only now mention that he … what? Came calling? Did he bring you flowers? And the answer is skin, Ms. Lane.” I wasn’t about to acknowledge his last words. “No flowers. Just coffee. Wasn’t Starbucks, though. I’d give my eyeteeth for a grande latte from Starbucks.” “I wouldn’t so blithely offer up my eyeteeth. You never know when you might need them. For a woman who was gang-raped recently, you certainly seem blasé.” “Oh, please, Barrons, how much more can I lose?” “Never wonder that.” “Why did you teach him? Do you realize that inadvertently, perhaps even vertently—” “Not a word, Ms. Lane.” “—you might have helped him kill my sister?” “You’re stretching.” “Am I? What else did you teach him?” “A few minor Druid arts.” “In exchange for what?”

How stupid and immature is Mac