Bobby Burnham was an asshole. Maybe Eric had gotten him on sale?
Felicia, the bartender, looked unhappy when she saw me. She found something to do that involved crouching down out of my sight. I had an unfortunate history with the bartenders of Fangtasia.
This was making as much of the moment as I could, short of getting on my knees and crawling over to him, which I would do when hell froze over.
“Eric, when I’m back to being myself, I’m going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you.”
“Darling, you can nail my ass anytime,” he said charmingly, (...)
I'd never levitated before, but I think I did then, rising about six inches off the low folding chaise. I squawked, too.
I added to my mental list of the odd things I’d done that day. I’d entertained the police, sunbathed, visited at a mall with some fairies, weeded, and killed someone. Now it was powdered corpse removal time. And the day wasn't over yet.
We left it that I would call him when I had “some free time.” (That actually meant “when no one’s trying to kill me,” but I didn't explain that to Remy.)
Of course, killing the enemy beat the alternative: letting them catch me and do what they wished with me.
Today was going to be a hard day, and I always felt better when I was dressed while handling a crisis. Something about putting on my underwear makes me feel more capable.
I inserted the key and turned it, and the motor turned over. I didn't blow up. There was no Tyrannosaurus in my rearview mirror.
So far, so good.
Plus, she was wearing a body stocking, or something very like one, and she looked good in it, which in and of itself was enough to make me hate her.
Maxwell Lee said, “I never had a fairy.”
“Yum,” Pam said, and it was the most eloquent “yum” I've ever heard.
Data pierwszego wydania: 2009
Seria: Sookie Stackhouse (Southern Vampire)