Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [406]
Debbie was a striking woman, tall and lean, with a long face. She had black hair, but it wasn’t curly and disheveled like Alcide’s. It was cut in asymmetrical tiny clumps, and it was straight and swung with her movement. It was the dumbest haircut I’d ever seen, and it had undoubtedly cost an arm and a leg. Somehow, men didn’t seem to be interested in her haircut.
It would have been hypocritical of me to greet her. Debbie and I were beyond that. She’d tried to kill me, a fact that Alcide knew; and yet she still seemed to exercise some fascination for him, though he’d thrown her out when he first learned of it. For a smart and practical and hardworking man, he had a great big blind spot, and here it was, in tight Cruel Girl jeans and a thin orange sweater that hugged every inch of skin. What was she doing here, so far from her own stomping grounds?
I felt a sudden impulse to turn to Eric and tell him that Debbie had made a serious attempt on my life, just to see what would happen. But I restrained myself yet again. All this restraint was plain painful. My fingers were curled under, transforming my hands into tight fists.
“We’ll call you if anything more happens in this meeting,” Gerald said. It took me a minute to understand I was being dismissed, and that it was because I had to take Eric back to my house lest he erupt again. From the look on his face, it wouldn’t take much. His eyes were glowing blue, and his fangs were at least half extended. I was more than ever tempted to . . . no, I was not. I would leave.
“Bye, bitch,” Debbie said, as I went out the door. I caught a glimpse of Alcide turning to her, his expression appalled, but Pam grabbed me by the arm and hustled me out into the parking lot. Gerald had a hold of Eric, which was a good thing, too.
As the two vampires handed us out to Chow, I was seething.
Chow thrust Eric into the passenger’s seat, so it appeared I was the designated driver. The Asian vamp said, “We’ll call you later, go home,” and I was about to snap back at him. But I glanced over at my passenger and decided to be smart instead and get out of there quickly. Eric’s belligerence was dissolving into a muddle. He looked confused and lost, as unlike the hair-trigger avenger he’d been only a few minutes before as you can imagine.
We were halfway home before Eric said anything. “Why are vampires so hated by Weres?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, slowing down because two deer bounded across the road. You see the first one, you always wait: There’ll be another one, most often. “Vamps feel the same about Weres and shifters. The supernatural community seems to band together against humans, but other than that, you guys squabble a lot, at least as far as I can tell.” I took a deep breath and considered phraseology. “Um, Eric, I appreciate your taking my part, when that Amanda called me a name. But I’m pretty used to speaking up for myself when I think it’s called for. If I were a vampire, you wouldn’t feel you had to hit people on my behalf, right?”
“But you’re not as strong as a vampire, not even as strong as a Were,” Eric objected.
“No argument there, honey. But I also wouldn’t have even thought of hitting her, because that would give her a reason to hit me back.”
“You’re saying I made it come to blows when I didn’t need to.”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“I embarrassed you.”
“No,” I said instantly. Then I wondered if that wasn’t exactly the case. “No,” I repeated with more conviction, “you didn’t embarrass me. Actually, it made me feel good, that you felt, ah, fond enough of me to be angry when Amanda acted like I was something stuck to her shoe. But I’m used to that treatment, and I can handle it. Though Debbie’s taking it to a whole different level.”
The new, thoughtful Eric gave that a mental chewing over.
“Why are you used to that?” he asked.
It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. By that time we were at the house, and I checked out the surrounding clearing