Who were you fighting when I called you?”
“Ryodan.”
“Why?”
“For talking to about me to people he shouldn’t be talking to.”
“Who’s Ryodan?”
“The man I was fighting.”
I took a detour around the dead end. “Did you kill the inspector?”
“If I were the type of person to kill O’Duffy, I would also be the type of person to lie about it.”
“So, did you, or didn’t you?”
“The answer would be ‘no’ in either in either case. You ask absurd questions. Listen to your gut, Ms. Lane. It may save your life one day.”
“I heard there are no male sidhe-seers.”
“Where did you hear that?”
“Around.”
“And which one of those are you in doubt about, Ms. Lane?”
“Which one of what?”
“Whether I see the Fae, or whether I’m a man. I believe I’ve laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?” He reached for his belt.
“Oh, please.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re a leftie, Barrons.”
“Touche, Ms. Lane,” he murmured.

Autor: Karen Marie Moning