Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [145]
“Your husband, maybe?” He curved his fingers around my arm.
Was this guy creepy, or what? I glanced over at him. His eyes were fixed on the baggage handlers who were clearly visible in the hold of the plane. They were wearing black and silver jumpsuits with the Anubis logo on the left chest. Then his gaze flickered down to the airline employee on the ground, who was preparing to guide the coffin onto the padded, flat-bedded baggage cart. The priest wanted . . . what did he want? He was trying to catch the men all looking away, preoccupied. He didn’t want them to see. While he . . . what?
“Nah, it’s my boyfriend,” I said, just to keep our pretence up. My grandmother had raised me to be polite, but she hadn’t raised me to be stupid. Surreptitiously, I opened my shoulder bag with one hand and extracted the pepper spray Bill had given me for emergencies. I held the little cylinder down by my thigh. I was edging away from the false priest and his unclear intentions, and his hand was tightening on my arm, when the lid of the coffin swung open.
The two baggage handlers in the plane had swung down to the ground. Now they bowed deeply. The one who’d guided the coffin onto the cart said, “Shit!” before he bowed, too (new guy, I guess). This little piece of obsequious behavior was also an airline extra, but I considered it way over the top.
The priest said, “Help me, Jesus!” But instead of falling to his knees, he jumped to my right, seized me by the arm holding the spray, and began to yank at me.
At first, I thought he felt he was trying to remove me from the danger represented by the opening coffin, by pulling me to safety. And I guess that was what it looked like to the baggage handlers, who were wrapped up in their role-playing as Anubis Air attendants. The upshot was, they didn’t help me, even though I yelled, “Let go!” at the top of my well-developed lungs. The “priest” kept yanking at my arm and trying to run, and I kept digging in my two-inch heels and pulling back. I flailed at him with my free hand. I’m not letting anyone haul me off somewhere I don’t want to go, not without a good fight.
“Bill!” I was really frightened. The priest was not a big man, but he was taller and heavier than me, and almost as determined. Though I was making his struggle as hard as possible, inch by inch he was moving me toward a staff door into the terminal. A wind had sprung up from nowhere, a hot dry wind, and if I sprayed the chemicals they would blow right back in my face.
The man inside the coffin sat up slowly, his large dark eyes taking in the scene around him. I caught a glimpse of him running a hand over his smooth brown hair.
The staff door opened and I could tell there was someone right inside, reinforcements for the priest.
“Bill!”
There was a whoosh through the air around me, and all of a sudden the priest let go and zipped through the door like a rabbit at a greyhound track. I staggered and would have landed on my butt if Bill hadn’t slowed to catch me.
“Hey, baby,” I said, incredibly relieved. I yanked at the jacket of my new gray suit, and felt glad I’d put on some more lipstick when the plane landed. I looked in the direction the priest had taken. “That was pretty weird.” I tucked the pepper spray back in my purse.
“Sookie,” Bill said, “are you all right?” He leaned down to give me a kiss, ignoring the awed whispers of the baggage handlers at work on a charter plane next to the Anubis gate. Even though the world at large had learned two years ago that vampires were not only the stuff of legends and horror movies, but truly led a centuries-long existence among us, lots of people had never seen a vampire in the flesh.
Bill ignored them. Bill is good at ignoring things that he doesn’t feel are worth his attention.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, a little dazed. “I don’t know why he was trying to grab me.”
“He misunderstood our relationship?”
“I don’t think so. I think he knew I was waiting