Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

could figure out how to manipulate me most effectively. And that was only the beginning of the many, many things that had gone wrong. Speaking of manipulative bastards … What was the point of Barrons’ stamping a tattoo on the back of my skull if he hadn’t been able to use it to find me when I needed help the most? What was the point of V’lane embedding his name in my tongue if, at the crucial moment, it wouldn’t work? Weren’t Barrons and V’lane supposed to be the most powerful, dangerous, brilliant players of all? That was why I’d allied myself with them! But both had failed me when I’d needed them the most. I’d counted on them. I’d believed Barrons could find me. I’d believed V’lane would instantly appear when summoned. I’d believed Inspector Jayne could help me with certain problems. Those three had been the extent of my diversification. And who’d saved me? Dani. A thirteen-year-old kid. A girl. She’d blasted in, plucked me right out of the LM’s grasp, and whisked me to safety. No, not safety. Not quite. She’d taken me to Rowena, who locked me in a cell and left me alone, hellishly alone. To die? There were memories from the time of my capture by the LM and my early incarceration at the