Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

“You hurt her, I’ll kill you,” I told him. No matter that he was a foot taller than me and twice my mass. “She said the same about you.” Suddenly Dani went into hyperspeed, then they all disappeared, and then there was Dani again, surrounded by four men. “She hasn’t stopped trying to get out since I put her in there. I wonder how long she could survive.” Not very long without food, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I looked up at him. He turned his face to mine, looked down. Handsome, chilling man. His eyes were the clearest I’d ever seen. This was a man that suffered no conflicts with himself. He had no problems being what he was. We stared at each other. “Black looks good on you,” he murmured. “Has Barrons seen you like this?” “Eternal patience,” I murmured back. His tie was loosened, and in the open collar of his white shirt his neck was a skein of scars, with a long, wicked-looking one stretching up the left side from shoulder to ear. I didn’t need a nurse to tell me he’d healed from a wound, long ago, that would have killed most men. How long ago? “Does today amuse, Ryodan?”