Oh, yes, here we were, working together again. All was well--or at least back to normal--at Barrons Books and Baubles. "I really get to live at Barrons'? With, like, Barrons?" Dani exclaimed, bounding from foot to foot backward as we walked through Temple Bar. We were on our way to intercept the sidhe-seers. Dani had learned that a group of several dozen, led by Kat, was coming into the city tonight, to scout it out. "No," I said dryly, "with, like, the LM and his minions." "I'm living with Barrons! Holy fecking shit! Way cool!" "Doesn't it bother you that we have no idea what he is or whether he's good or bad?" "Nope. Not a bit." Her eyes sparkled. I snorted. She was completely serious. I wished I could be so uncomplicated. But I couldn't. Right and wrong, good and bad mattered to me. Blame it on my parents. They endowed me with a massively inconvenient sense of ethics. "We're almost there, Mac. I hear `em dead ahead." She cocked her head, then her eyes widened. "Aw, Ro's gonna be wicked pissed!
