Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [661]
I had quite an audience. Sigebert and Wybert were squatting on either side of the queen, and they were wrapped up in the story. This must be like going to the movies, for them. All the witches were interested in hearing the backstory on the events they’d just witnessed. Jade Flower had her eyes fixed on me. Only Andre seemed immune, and he was busy doing his bodyguard job, constantly scanning the courtyard and the sky for attack.
“It’s possible, too, that Hadley might have believed the ghost could give her advice on how to regain the queen’s affections. No offense, ma’am,” I added, remembering too late that the queen was sitting three feet away from me in a folding lawn chair with the Wal-Mart price label still hanging on a plastic loop.
The queen waved her hand in a negligent gesture. She was sunk in thought, so deeply that I wasn’t even sure she heard me.
“It wasn’t Waldo who drained Jake Purifoy,” the queen said, to my amazement. “Waldo could not have imagined that when he succeeded in killing Hadley and reported it to me, blaming it on the Fellowship of the Sun, this clever witch would obey the order to seal the apartment very literally, including a stasis spell. Waldo already had a plan. Whoever killed Jake had a separate plan—perhaps to blame Hadley for Jake’s death and his rebirth . . . which would condemn her to jail in a vampire cell. Perhaps the killer thought that Jake would kill Hadley when he rose in three days . . . and possibly, he would have.”
Amelia tried to look modest, but it was an uphill battle. It should have been easy, since the only reason she’d cast the spell was to prevent the apartment from smelling like garbage when it finally was reopened. She knew it, and I knew it. But it had been a pretty piece of witchcraft, and I wasn’t about to burst her bubble.
Amelia burst it all by herself.
“Or maybe,” she said blithely, “someone paid Waldo to get Hadley out of the picture, by one means or another.”
I had to shut down my shields immediately, because all the witches began broadcasting such strong panic signals that being around them was unbearable. They knew that what Amelia had said would upset the queen, and when the Queen of Louisiana was agitated, those around her tended to be even more agitated.
The queen shot out of her chair, so we all scrambled to our feet, hastily and clumsily. Amelia had just gotten her legs tucked underneath her, so she was especially awkward, which served her right. Jade Flower took a couple steps away from the rest of the vampires, but maybe she wanted more room in case she had to swing her sword. Andre was the only one who noticed that, besides me. He kept his gaze fixed on the king’s bodyguard.
I don’t know what would have happened next if Quinn hadn’t driven through the gate.
He got out of the big black car, ignored the tense tableau as if it didn’t even exist, and strode across the gravel to me. He casually draped an arm over my shoulders and bent to give me a light kiss. I don’t know how to compare one kiss to another. Men all kiss differently, don’t they? And it says something about their character. Quinn kissed me as if we were carrying on a conversation.
“Babe,” he said, when I’d had the last word. “Did I get here at a good time? What happened to your arm?”
The atmosphere relaxed a bit. I introduced him to the people standing in the