Dreamfever (Fever #4)

by Karen Marie Moning

must care, Mac.” “I am so sick of that word! I do not know ‘Mac.’ I do not like your pictures. I hate your stories!” “Mac is your name. You are MacKayla Lane. Mac for short. It is who you are. You are a sidhe-seer. It is what you are. You were raised by Jack and Rainey Lane. They are your parents and love you. They need you very much. Alina was your sister. She was murdered.” “Stop talking! I will not listen.” I clamp my hands to my ears. He pries them away. “You love pink.” “I despise pink! I love red and black.” The colors of blood and death. The colors of the tattoos on his beautiful body that cover his legs, his abdomen, half his chest, and twine up one side of his neck. He rolls me over beneath him and traps my face between his hands. “Look at me. Who am I?” There is something I have forgotten. I do not want to remember. “You are my lover.” “I was not always, Mac. There was a time when you didn’t even like me. You have never trusted me.” Why does he tell me lies? Why does he seek to ruin what we have? It is now. It is perfect. There is no cold, no pain, no death, no betrayal, no icy places, no terrifying monsters that can steal your will and turn you into something you