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

leather coat, hands on her hips, staring up at a Highlander-going-Unseelie prince. The image is painful. I should be a good-looking twenty-two-year-old college student with a killer smile and a bright future ahead of me. We’d plot and plan and fight the good fight together. That version of me would watch out for her. Makesure nobody does to her what the voice in my head tells me the first Unseelie that catches her without her sword is going to do. What a part of me wants to do, too. Fury fills me. At them. At me. At everything. “You never take that sword off your body, right?”
    She backs up a step, hands going to her ears. “Dude, my hearing works great. You don’t need to yell.”
    I didn’t know I was. But a lot of things come out differently than I mean them to now. “Sorry. I’m just saying, you
do
realize what will happen to you if one of the Unseelie catches you. Right?”
    “Never going to happen,” she says smugly.
    “With that attitude, it will. Fear is healthy. Fear is good. It keeps you on your toes.”
    “Really? ’Cause I think it’s a waste of time. Bet you don’t fear nothing,” she says admiringly.
    Every time I look in the mirror. “Sure I do. That you’ll get sloppy and slip up and one of them will grab you. Snuff you out.”
    She tilts her head, eyes narrowed on my face. Not many people look me full in the face anymore. Not for long anyway. “Maybe you aren’t all Unseelie prince yet. Maybe we can, like, work out some kind of arrangement.”
    “What do you have in mind?”
    “I want to shut down Chester’s. Torch it. Exterminate it.”
    “Why?”
    She cuts me a look of scorn and disbelief. “You saw it in there! They’re fecking monsters! They hate humans. They use them and eat them and kill them. And Ryodan and his men let them!”
    “Say we do close down the place, say we burn it to the ground. They’ll just find another place to go.”
    “No they won’t,” she insists. “They’ll pull their heads out. They’ll smell the coffee percolating and see we saved them!”
    A rush of emotion, cloyingly sweet as funeral lilies, floods me, swells my tongue with a taste both familiar and sickening. She’s tough, smart, capable, a stone-cold killer when she needs to be.
    And she’s so bloody naïve.
    “They’re at Chester’s because they
want
to be at Chester’s. Make no mistake about that, lass.”
    “No. Fecking. Way.”
    “Yes fecking way.”
    “They’re confused!”
    “They know exactly what they’re doing.”
    “I thought you were different but you’re not! You’re just like Ryodan! Just like everyone. Ready to write them all off. You don’t see that some people need saving.”
    “You don’t see that most people are beyond saving.”
    “Nobody’s beyond saving! Nobody! Ever!”
    “Dani.” I say her name tenderly, savoring the pain she makes me feel.
    I turn and walk away. There’s nothing for me here.
    “So, that’s it, then?” she yells after me. “You won’t help me fight either? Gah! Sheep! You’re all big fat fecking sheep waggling big fat fecking sheep asses!”
    She’s too young. Too innocent.
    Too human. For what I’m becoming.

   FIVE   
“Our house is a very very very fine house”
    “H ungry?” Dancer says as I bang in the door and throw my backpack and MacHalo on the couch.
    “Starving.”
    “Cool. Went shopping today.”
    Me and Dancer love to go “shopping,” aka looting. When I was a kid, I used to dream that I got forgotten inside a department store after it closed with nobody around, which meant I could have anything I wanted.
    That’s the world now. If you’re tough enough to brave the streets, and got balls enough to go into the dark stores, anything you can carry out is yours. First thing I did when the walls went down was hit a sporting goods store and cram a duffel bag full of high-top sneakers. I burn through them quick.
    “Found some canned fruit,” he says.
    “Dude!” It’s getting harder to find.