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

pay. I’ve always been okay with that.
    I peer at her suspiciously. Jo can’t be here. Not in the guts of Chester’s. “You’re not real,” I say.
    She feels my forehead. “You’re running a fever.”
    I know. I’m dripping sweat and freezing cold. I always get a fever if I get dangerously hungry. It’s another fecking weakness. So many superstrengths. So many limits. I don’t let folks know about them. “Must have caught a cold,” I tell her. I have food stuffed in every pocket, but with my hands chained above my head I can’t get to one bite of it.
    “Get a protein bar out of my pocket and feed it to me.” If thisis really happening, I’ll get strong again and my body temp will drop back to normal. If this is a dream, at least I’ll get to dream the taste of food. I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a key to these manacles lying around somewhere convenient?” I say with no hope. Ryodan’s not sloppy.
    Four protein bars later I know I’m not dreaming. My head is still throbbing but starting to clear. TP wasn’t real.
    But Jo is.
    She tells me word spread everywhere that I’d single-handedly taken on a bunch of Fae in Chester’s then sauntered out all cocky-like with an Unseelie prince. Margery insisted the Unseelie prince had killed me, and managed to convince a lot of
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-sheep to write me off, taking up right where Rowena left off, smearing my name.
    Kat had seen things differently. She’d done some investigating before making her decision. According to onlookers, the “prince” who’d walked me out hadn’t been wearing a torque. The Unseelie princes have silver torques around their necks that glow like they’re radioactive. The necklace seems to be part of them, inseparable like their tattoos and wings. That told Kat all she needed to know: if the prince wasn’t wearing a torque, it had to be Christian who’d escorted me out.
    I’m not sure how she made the next deductive leap, but I’m glad she did. She sent a group of girls to Chester’s to search for me, believing Ryodan had gone after me and captured me.
    I’m amazed by how speedily she acted. Maybe Kat’s going to do all right by the
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-seers. “How did she figure out I was missing so quickly?”
    “You’ve been gone for three days, Dani.”
    I’m stunned. I’ve been chained down here for three days? No wonder I’m starving.
    “How the feck did you find me? I figured I was like, buried in the dungeon of Chester’s or something.”
    “You are. I saw Ryodan get off an elevator hidden in the wall outside the retroclub. The door didn’t close all the way and I slipped in when nobody was looking.”
    I close my eyes and sigh.
    There were three mistakes in that sentence. (1) Ryodan doesn’t get seen if he doesn’t want to. (2) The doors around this place don’t stay slightly open. (3) Nobody slips into them without being noticed.
    The only way Jo saw Ryodan get off an elevator was if he let her.
    Which means he hadn’t been able to find my “little boyfriend” over the past three days. But he’d sure found somebody else to use against me.
    On the insides of my eyelids I see Jo chained, beaten.
    Ryodan hadn’t even had to leave his club. He just sat back and waited for whoever showed up first, looking for me.
    I open my eyes. “Get out of here, Jo,” I say. “Now.”
    “Neither of you are going anywhere,” Ryodan says as he steps from the shadows.

   SEVEN   
“I fall to pieces”
    I ’m absurdly easy to break if you know the right buttons to push.
    If you’ve read any comics, you know superheroes have a critical vulnerability: the society they protect.
    Jo’s part of my society. Fact is, any
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-sheep chained up next to me would have me singing a new tune. Well, maybe not Margery.
    Actually, probably even her, too.
    The hard thing for me is knowing I can take more than everyone else. Like that stupid bunny that used to be in commercials all the