Shadowfever
Page 79Lor glared at Barrons. “When are you going to wise up and shut this bitch down for good?”
The testosterone level was rising to a dangerous high. I suddenly worried they might all transform into beasts. I’d be stuck in the middle of a pack of snarling monsters with talons and fangs and horns, and I didn’t think for one minute Barrons’ brand would protect me from the other five. I wasn’t even sure it would work on him.
“You think it’s the Seelie you need to be worrying about?” said Fade.
“What the fuck do you think we should be worrying about?” Barrons said impatiently.
Fade swung his gun up and pumped a half dozen rounds into Barrons before anyone even managed to move. “Me.”
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The only reason it worked was because Fade caught him off guard. Barrons can move so fast that shooting him isn’t the easiest way to kill him.
But he didn’t expect Fade to shoot him, and Fade is as fast as Barrons.
I don’t know what Barrons and the others are, but until someone tells me otherwise, I’m going to assume they’re all the same. They have heightened senses: smell, vision, and hearing. Barrons has the strength of ten men, and his bones are extremely resilient. I imagine they have to be, so he can transform the way he does. I’ve watched Barrons drop thirty feet and land on his feet, as light as a cat.
Fade surprised them all. He managed to gun down Ryodan, too, before the others attacked him and took his gun away.
Fade stumbled back against the wall, and I thought how strange it was that he’d lost his weapon but was still hanging on to the sheets.
Fade looked at me. “Your parents are next,” he purred. “I will destroy everything you love, MacKayla.”
I sucked in a horrified breath. Ryodan wasn’t paranoid. He’d been right. The Sinsar Dubh had skimmed me, lifted information about them from my mind, and acted on it swiftly.
It was right here—in the room with me!
It had learned about Chester’s and had come to take a look around, see what it might see.
I’d been out of the Silvers for three days—and this was the third day in a row it had found me!
Was it really my fault that it had gone to the abbey because it hadn’t been able to find me in Dublin? Was I indirectly responsible for all the sidhe-seers who’d died that night? How long had it been here, moving from person to person, working its way closer to me all the while?
Long enough to have discovered my parents—
“It’s in the sheets,” I cried. “Get the sheets!” I regretted the words the instant I said them. Whoever touched it would also be possessed, and the other men still had guns. “No, don’t touch the sheets!” I screamed.
Fade flashed into motion and was gone.
The others followed, leaving me alone.
I whirled, staring into the other room. If the Sinsar Dubh got to my parents … if Fade carried it in there … if it killed them …
I couldn’t bear to think about it.
My parents were standing up, looking at me, but I knew they couldn’t see me. They were merely staring in the direction from which the gunfire had come.
The door hissed open and closed behind me.
“I have to get you out of here,” Lor growled.
I spun around, spear in my fist. “How do I know you’re not the Book?”
“Look at me. Where could I hide it?”
His pants and shirt clung to his muscular body like a second skin. I checked his shoes. Boots. “Take them off.”
He kicked them off. “Now you. Lose the coat.”
I slipped out of it.
“We don’t have time for this,” I snapped. “My parents—”
“Fade left the club. They’re safe for now.”
“That’s not good enough!”
“We’ll take precautions. We’re on guard now. Someone has to carry it in. No one will enter the upper levels of the club or your parents’ cell with clothes on.”
My brows shot up. That was going to be a real shocker for my mom.
“I said lose the skirt.”
“How could Fade have passed it to me?”
“Minuscule possibility. I take no chances.”
Sighing, I unzipped and dropped it. My sweater was snug. I had on a black thong. My boots clung to the shape of my legs. No place to hide a book. “Happy?”