Iced: A Dani O'Malley Novel (Fever Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

having his business details all squared up, no matter the chaos at his door. It’s not like it’ll kill me to fill out the stupid thing, agree to do whatever he wants, then get the feck out of here and go into deep hiding. I sigh. Hiding. Me. I pine for the days when I was the only superhero in town.
    “If I fill this out, you’ll let me leave?”
    He inclines his head.
    “But I have to do some kind of job for you?”
    He inclines his head again.
    “If I do that job, are we through? For good? Just one job, right?” I have to make this convincing or he’ll figure out I plan to disappear.
    Once more he gives me that imperial nod that’s hardly a nod, like he’s stooping to acknowledge my puny existence.
    I don’t ask him what the job is because I have no intention of ever doing it. I’m never going to be anyone’s solution to folks’ problems again. I crossed lines for Ro. Big lines. Deep lines. She’s dead. I’m free. Life starts now. I study him. He’s perfect stillness, with the light behind his face as usual, features in shadow.
    Cats get still like him. Before they pounce.
    Something’s going on here, bigger than I’m seeing.
    My face hurts. My eyes are puffy and the left one’s trying to swell shut. “You got any ice?” I need to buy time to figure out what’s going on. Plus, if he leaves for ice I can snoop through his office.
    He gives me a look I’ve seen men do before, especially to women: chin down, looking up from beneath his brows, with a faintly mocking smile. There’s something in that look I don’t get but the challenge is unmistakable. “Come here,” he says. “I’ll heal you.” He’s sitting behind his desk, watching me. Still, so still. It’s like he’s not even breathing.
    I look at him. I don’t know what to make of him. Part of me wants to get up, go around that desk and find out what he’s talking about. “You could do that? Make my bruises and cuts go away?” I’m always beat up and my muscles are constantly strained from overuse. Sometimes I burn through my shoes and scrape the skin right off my feet. It gets old.
    “I can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.”
    “How?”
    “There are some secrets, Dani O’Malley, that you learn only by participating.”
    I consider that. “So. You got any ice?”
    He laughs and presses a button on his desk. “Fade. Ice. Now.”
    “Gotcha, boss.”
    A few minutes later I’m sitting with an ice pack on half my face, squinting around it to fill out Ryodan’s stupid application. I’m almost done and ready to sign when I get the strangest feeling in my hand, the one holding the page.
    It’s my left hand, my sword hand, the one that turned black a little while ago, the night I stabbed a Hunter through the heartand killed it. Or rather, the night I
thought
I killed a Hunter. Truth is, I’m not actually sure I did but I’m not about to print a retraction. The public needs to believe in certain things. When I went back to take pictures of it for
The Dani Daily
to show folks it was gone, completely. Not a trace remained. Not a single drop of black blood anywhere. Barrons says they can’t be killed. After the incident I thought I was going to lose my hand. My veins turned black and my whole hand went cold as a block of ice. I had to wear a glove for days. Told the
sidhe
-sheep I got poison sumac. Rare around these parts but there used to be some. Don’t know if the Shades ate it all. Wonder if they did, if they got itchy bellies inside.
    Now it’s all tingly and weird. I study it, wondering what might go wrong with me next. Maybe stabbing the Hunter did something to me. Maybe that’s why I stalled. Maybe there are worse things on the horizon.
    That is so not me! Optimism is me. Tomorrow’s my day. You never know what grand adventures wait around the next corner!
    “Kid, you going to sit there all day daydreaming, or sign the fucking thing.”
    That’s when I see it. I’m so stunned my mouth opens,