Free Iced: A Dani O'Malley Novel (Fever Series) by Karen Marie Moning

“Dani.”
    “Is that pity, Ryodan? ’Cause I don’t need it. Thought you were tougher than that.”
    His thumb brushes my mouth and he gives me a look I don’t understand. I head-butt his hand away.
    “You think you’re going to chain me to a wall then stand here and tell me why it’s okay that I am the way I am? That because of all the crap folks put me through when I was young it’s all right that I turned out like this? Dude, I don’t have a problem with how I turned out. I like me.”
    “Rowena made you kill your first human when you were nine years old.”
    How the feck does he
know
this stuff? She made it a game. Told me she wanted to know if I could whiz in and dump extra milk in Maggie’s cereal bowl without her seeing me. Of course I could. Maggie died, sitting there at the breakfast table. Ro told me it was a coincidence, that she was old and had a heart attack. When I was eleven, I found out the truth. Ro hated Maggie because she’d been rallying
sidhe
-seers to elect a new Grand Mistress. I found the old witch’s journals. She chronicled everything she did, like she thought one day she’d be immortalized and people would want to read her private memoirs. I have all those journals now, tucked away in a safe place. I’d poisoned Maggie that day with the “milk” I’d added to her bowl. I’d done a lot of other things, too, that I hadn’t understood.
    “Significant words there: Rowena made me. I got over it a long time ago.”
    “Funny, your speech is changing, kid. Getting all grown-up-like.”
    “Dude,” I add.
    “You’re going to be a tough one to crack.”
    “Let me give you a clue: substitute the word ‘impossible’ for ‘tough.’ ”
    He peels the wrapper back from the Snickers. Offers me a bite.
    I turn my head away. I won’t eat like a chained-up animal.
    “When we find your little boyfriend, you’ll change your mind.”
    My guts unknot and I almost slump into the chains with reliefbut I lock my knees so I can’t. He said “when” we find, which means they haven’t. I don’t telegraph unless I slip. I was afraid they had Dancer. He must have left while I was sleeping. He keeps odd hours, goes off sometimes until he feels like coming back. I can’t always find him when I want to. Sometimes I don’t see him for days. It’s good to know he’s safe somewhere. They didn’t get him. They only got me. I can handle this kind of stuff. I cut my teeth on it. Dancer … well, until the walls fell, he lived a charmed life. I never want him to have to deal with these men.
    “He isn’t my boyfriend.”
    “How long will you make me keep you here, Dani?”
    “Until you figure out it isn’t going to do you any good.”
    He smiles faintly and turns away. At the door, he pauses and puts his hand on the light switch like he’s giving me a choice. As if all I have to do is give him a look that says “Please don’t leave me in the dark” and he won’t.
    I flip him off big and showy, with both hands chained over my head.
    He leaves me without my sword, in the dark.
    I don’t worry.
    I know Ryodan. If anyone is going to kill me, it’ll be him. That means he’s got this place protected from Shades and Fae or he’d never have left me here.
    I’m hungry and tired. I close my eyes and play an old game with myself, one I learned young.
    I pretend I have a giant, cushy pillow in my stomach, filling it up softly, absorbing the acid that boils from extreme hunger. I pretend that I’m stretched out in a downy soft bed in a perfectly safe place where nobody can hurt me.
    Hanging by manacles around my wrists, I sleep.

    “What did you
think
was going to happen, Dani?” Mac says.
    I squint my eyes open a slit and groan. TP is here, standing right in front of me.
    I do a quick scan. I don’t see her spear but I know it’s on her somewhere. She doesn’t go anyplace without it.
    “Not fair,” I say. “You can’t kill me while I’m chained up. Dude, you have to at least give