I am deep in the midst of a reread of the Fever Series by the amazing Karen Marie Moning. All of these characters belong to her. I own nothing and Barrons would tell you he can't be owned.
This series is a crazy roller coaster ride that will leave you breathless and begging for more, but there are a couple of places throughout the books where my brain needed to fill in the blanks...
This takes place after that horrible night, Halloween night to be specific. There are spoilers for all of the books. Seriously go read this series! lol
Also, this is a Knishmas present for my lovely writing partner Tradermare. She's just as addicted to the enigmatic Jericho Z Barrons as I am! I'll be posting a few short chaps. Enjoy bb!
Awareness comes slowly and then all at once I know where I am.
The sand bites my skin, the sun burns. But something is different.
Someone is here.
I bolt upright, my hands clenched, ready to strike.
I know these men. They are mine.
"That bad?"
"Worse."
"Mac?"
"We need to get back."
"Tell me."
"There's nothing you can do for her now."
I growl low in my throat. That is not an acceptable answer.
"Leave us."
No one moves.
"Leave us!"
Ryodan and I stare at each other a long time. He runs a hand thru his hair and curses.
"Where is she?"
"She's in the abbey now."
"Now?"
"Z, I don't know what happened, but she was in Dublin when the walls came down. They-"
"Who?" I'm snarling.
"I found her at a church. Z, she was-"
"What? Tell me!"
"Darroc and the Unseelie Princes. They ... fuck Z."
I close my eyes and breathe sand in thru my nostrils. I turn and begin walking.
"Wait Z, she's Pri-ya."
That stops me. I shake my head once and keep walking.
"Z!"