Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

lips curved. He looked back at Dani and, after a moment, nodded. “It does. More than it has in recent … years.” “She’s thirteen.” “Time will remedy that.” “You worry me, Ryodan.” “Back at you. Bit of advice, Mac. Life’s an ocean, full of waves. All are dangerous. All can drown you. Under the right circumstances, even the gentlest swell can turn tidal. Hopping waves is for the weekend warrior. Choose one, ride it out. It increases your odds of survival.” He watched Dani for a moment, then said, “There are rules in my house.” “Your buddies already told me the first two. Neutral ground. Break a rule you die.” “No killing Fae inside my club. In my walls means under my protection.” “I just watched one of your protected Fae kill a human.” “If they’re stupid enough to be here, they’re stupid enough to die.” “Does that mean I can kill humans, too?” I said sweetly. There were two in particular who had just caught my eye. Derek O’Bannion, the younger brother of the Irish mobster I’d killed after I stole the Spear of Destiny from him, and current right-hand man to the Lord Master, was crossing the dance floor beneath my feet.