My city. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said our world. He always said your world. But he called Dublin his city. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities? I looked around my bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not?

Dreamfever: Fever: Book Four (ed. Hachette UK, 2011) - ISBN: 9780575108578