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Authors: Charlaine Harris
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I inspire so much loyalty through my good works and kind ways?”
I sniggered.
“I thought not.”
“You’re okay,” I said reassuringly, though come to think of it, Eric didn’t look like he needed much reassurance. However, now I was responsible for him. “Aren’t your feet cold?”
“No,” he said. But now I was in the business of taking care of Eric, who so didn’t need taking care of. And I was being paid a staggering amount of money to do just that, I reminded myself sternly. I got the old quilt from the back of the couch and covered his legs and feet in green, blue, and yellow squares. I collapsed back onto the rug beside him.
“That’s truly hideous,” Eric said.
“That’s what Bill said.” I rolled over on my stomach and caught myself smiling.
“Where is this Bill?”
“He’s in Peru.”
“Did he tell you he was going?”
“Yes.”
“Am I to assume that your relationship with him has waned?”
That was a pretty nice way to put it. “We’ve been on the outs. It’s beginning to look permanent,” I said, my voice even.
He was on his stomach beside me now, propped up on his elbows so we could talk. He was a little closer than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t want to make a big issue out of scooting over. He half turned to toss the quilt over both of us.
“Tell me about him,” Eric said unexpectedly. He and Pam and Chow had all had a glass of TrueBlood before the other vampires left, and he was looking pinker.
“You know Bill,” I told him. “He’s worked for you for quite a while. I guess you can’t remember, but Bill’s—well, he’s kind of cool and calm, and he’s really protective, and he can’t seem to get some things through his head.” I never thought I’d be rehashing my relationship with Bill with Eric, of all people.
“He loves you?”
I sighed, and my eyes watered, as they so often did when I thought of Bill—Weeping Willa, that was me. “Well, he said he did,” I muttered dismally. “But then when this vampire ho contacted him somehow, he went a-running.” For all I knew, she’d emailed him. “He’d had an affair with her before, and she turned out to be his, I don’t know what you call ’em, the one who turned him into a vampire. Brought him over, he said. So Bill took back up with her. He says he had to. And then he found out”—I looked sideways at Eric with a significant raise of the eyebrows, and Eric looked fascinated—“that she was just trying to lure him over to the even-darker side.”
“Pardon?”
“She was trying to get him to come over to another vampire group in Mississippi and bring with him the really valuable computer data base he’d put together for your people, the Louisiana vamps,” I said, simplifying a little bit for the sake of brevity.
“What happened?”
This was as much fun as talking to Arlene. Maybe even more, because I’d never been able to tell her the whole story. “Well, Lorena, that’s her name, she tortured him,” I said, and Eric’s eyes widened. “Can you believe that? She could torture someone she’d made love with? Someone she’d lived with for years?” Eric shook his head disbelievingly. “Anyway, you told me to go to Jackson and find him, and I sort of picked up clues at this nightclub for supes only.” Eric nodded. Evidently, I didn’t have to explain that “supes” meant “supernatural beings.” “Its real name is Josephine’s, but the Weres call it Club Dead. You told me to go there with this really nice Were who owed you a big favor, and I stayed at his place.” Alcide Herveaux still figured in my daydreams. “But I ended up getting hurt pretty bad,” I concluded. Hurt pretty bad, as always.
“How?”
“I got staked, believe it or not.”
Eric looked properly impressed. “Is there a scar?”
“Yeah, even though—” And here I stopped dead.
He gave every indication he was hanging on my words. “What?”
“You got one of the Jackson vampires to work
I sniggered.
“I thought not.”
“You’re okay,” I said reassuringly, though come to think of it, Eric didn’t look like he needed much reassurance. However, now I was responsible for him. “Aren’t your feet cold?”
“No,” he said. But now I was in the business of taking care of Eric, who so didn’t need taking care of. And I was being paid a staggering amount of money to do just that, I reminded myself sternly. I got the old quilt from the back of the couch and covered his legs and feet in green, blue, and yellow squares. I collapsed back onto the rug beside him.
“That’s truly hideous,” Eric said.
“That’s what Bill said.” I rolled over on my stomach and caught myself smiling.
“Where is this Bill?”
“He’s in Peru.”
“Did he tell you he was going?”
“Yes.”
“Am I to assume that your relationship with him has waned?”
That was a pretty nice way to put it. “We’ve been on the outs. It’s beginning to look permanent,” I said, my voice even.
He was on his stomach beside me now, propped up on his elbows so we could talk. He was a little closer than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t want to make a big issue out of scooting over. He half turned to toss the quilt over both of us.
“Tell me about him,” Eric said unexpectedly. He and Pam and Chow had all had a glass of TrueBlood before the other vampires left, and he was looking pinker.
“You know Bill,” I told him. “He’s worked for you for quite a while. I guess you can’t remember, but Bill’s—well, he’s kind of cool and calm, and he’s really protective, and he can’t seem to get some things through his head.” I never thought I’d be rehashing my relationship with Bill with Eric, of all people.
“He loves you?”
I sighed, and my eyes watered, as they so often did when I thought of Bill—Weeping Willa, that was me. “Well, he said he did,” I muttered dismally. “But then when this vampire ho contacted him somehow, he went a-running.” For all I knew, she’d emailed him. “He’d had an affair with her before, and she turned out to be his, I don’t know what you call ’em, the one who turned him into a vampire. Brought him over, he said. So Bill took back up with her. He says he had to. And then he found out”—I looked sideways at Eric with a significant raise of the eyebrows, and Eric looked fascinated—“that she was just trying to lure him over to the even-darker side.”
“Pardon?”
“She was trying to get him to come over to another vampire group in Mississippi and bring with him the really valuable computer data base he’d put together for your people, the Louisiana vamps,” I said, simplifying a little bit for the sake of brevity.
“What happened?”
This was as much fun as talking to Arlene. Maybe even more, because I’d never been able to tell her the whole story. “Well, Lorena, that’s her name, she tortured him,” I said, and Eric’s eyes widened. “Can you believe that? She could torture someone she’d made love with? Someone she’d lived with for years?” Eric shook his head disbelievingly. “Anyway, you told me to go to Jackson and find him, and I sort of picked up clues at this nightclub for supes only.” Eric nodded. Evidently, I didn’t have to explain that “supes” meant “supernatural beings.” “Its real name is Josephine’s, but the Weres call it Club Dead. You told me to go there with this really nice Were who owed you a big favor, and I stayed at his place.” Alcide Herveaux still figured in my daydreams. “But I ended up getting hurt pretty bad,” I concluded. Hurt pretty bad, as always.
“How?”
“I got staked, believe it or not.”
Eric looked properly impressed. “Is there a scar?”
“Yeah, even though—” And here I stopped dead.
He gave every indication he was hanging on my words. “What?”
“You got one of the Jackson vampires to work
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