Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [747]
For tonight, I had chosen a chocolate brown lace handkerchief dress. I put in my big gold earrings and slid into brown pumps, put on some lipstick, and brushed my hair really well. Sticking my keycard into my little evening purse, I headed to the front desk to find out which suite was the queen’s, since Mr. Cataliades had told me to present myself there.
I had hoped to run into Quinn along the way, but I didn’t see hide nor hair of him. What with me having a roommate, and Quinn being so busy all the time, this summit might not promise as much fun on the side as I’d hoped.
The desk clerk blanched when he saw me coming, and he looked around to see if Diantha was with me. While he was scrawling the queen’s room number on a piece of notepaper with a shaking hand, I looked around me with more attention.
There were security cameras in a few obvious locations, pointed at the front doors and at the registration desk. And I thought I could see one at the elevators. There were the usual armed guards—usual for a vampire hotel, that is. The big selling point for any vampire hotel was the security and privacy of its guests. Otherwise, vampires could stay more cheaply and centrally in the special vampire rooms of mainstream hotels. (Even Motel 6 had one vampire room at almost every location.) When I thought about the protesters outside, I really hoped the security crew here at the Pyramid was on the ball.
I nodded at another human woman as I crossed the lobby to the central bank of elevators. The rooms got ritzier the higher up you went, I gathered, since there were fewer on the floor. The queen had one of the fourth floor suites, since she’d booked for this event a long time ago, before Katrina—and probably while her husband was still alive. There were only eight doors on her floor, and I didn’t have to see the number to know which room was Sophie-Anne’s. Sigebert was standing in front of it. Sigebert was a boulder of a man. He had guarded the queen for hundreds of years, as had Andre. The ancient vampire looked lonely without his brother, Wybert. Otherwise, he was the same old Anglo-Saxon warrior he’d been the first time I’d met him—shaggy beard, physique of a wild boar, missing a tooth or two in crucial places.
Sigebert grinned at me, a terrifying sight. “Miss Sookie,” he said by way of greeting.
“Sigebert,” I said, carefully pronouncing it “See-yabairt.” “Are you doing okay?” I wanted to convey sympathy without dipping into too-sentimental waters.
“My brother, he died a hero,” Sigebert said proudly. “In battle.”
I thought of saying, “You must miss him so much after a thousand years.” Then I decided that was exactly like reporters asking the parents of missing children, “How do you feel?”
“He was a great fighter,” I said instead, and that was exactly what Sigebert wanted to hear. He clapped me on the shoulder, almost knocking me to the ground. Then his look got a little absent, as if he were listening to an announcement.
I’d suspected that the queen could talk to her “children” telepathically, and when Sigebert opened the door for me without another word, I knew that was true. I was glad she couldn’t talk to me. Being able to communicate with Barry was kind of fun, but if we hung out together all the time I was sure it would get old in a hurry. Plus, Sophie-Anne was a heck of a lot scarier.
The queen’s suite was lavish. I’d never seen anything like it. The carpet was as thick as a sheep’s pelt, and it was off-white. The furniture was upholstered in shades of gold and dark blue. The slanting slab of glass that enclosed the outside wall was opaque. I have to say, the large wall of darkness made me feel twitchy.
In the midst of this splendor, Sophie-Anne sat curled on a couch. Small and extremely pale, with her shining brown hair