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Barry looked from me to Quinn. His own face did some hardening, and I was surprised to see that much toughness in Barry. “He hasn’t told you?” he asked, and then read the answer right from my head. “Hey, man, that’s not right,” he said to Quinn. “She should know.”

Quinn almost snarled. “I’ll tell her about it soon.”

“Soon?” Quinn’s thoughts were full of turmoil and violence. “Like now?”

But at that moment, a woman strode across the lobby toward us. She was one of the most frightening women I’d ever seen, and I’ve seen some scary women. She was probably five foot eight, with inky black curls that hugged her head, and she was holding a helmet under her arm. It matched her armor. The armor itself, black and lusterless, was very much like a rather tailored baseball catcher’s outfit: a chest guard, thigh protectors, and shin guards, with the addition of thick leather braces that strapped around the forearms. She had some heavy boots on, too, and she carried a sword, a gun, and a small crossbow draped about her in appropriate holsters.

I could only gape.

“You are the one they call Quinn?” she asked, coming to a halt a yard away. She had a heavy accent, one I couldn’t trace.

“I am,” Quinn said. I noticed Quinn didn’t seem to be as amazed as I was at the appearance of this lethal being.

“I’m Batanya. You are in charge of special events. Does that include security? I wish to discuss my client’s special needs.”

“I thought security was your job,” Quinn said.

Batanya smiled, and it would really make your blood run cold. “Oh, yes, that’s my job. But guarding him would be easier if—”

“I’m not in charge of security,” he said. “I’m only in charge of the rituals and procedures.”

“All right,” she said, her accent making the casual phrase into something serious. “Then whom do I talk to?”

“A guy named Todd Donati. His office is in the staff area behind the registration desk. One of the clerks can show you.”

“Excuse me,” I said.

“Yes?” She looked down an arrow-straight nose at me. But she didn’t look hostile or snooty, just worried.

“I’m Sookie Stackhouse,” I said. “Who do you work for, Miss Batanya?”

“The King of Kentucky,” she said. “He has brought us here at great expense. So it’s a pity there’s nothing I can do to keep him from being killed, as things stand now.”

“What do you mean?” I was considerably startled and alarmed.

The bodyguard looked like she was willing to give me an earful, but we were interrupted.

“Batanya!” A young vampire was hurrying across the lobby, his crew cut and all-black Goth ensemble looking all the more frivolous when he stood by the formidable woman. “The master says he needs you by his side.”

“I am coming,” Batanya said. “I know my place. But I had to protest the way the hotel is making my job much harder than it needs to be.”

“Complain on your own dime,” the youngster said curtly.

Batanya gave him a look I wouldn’t have wanted to have earned. Then she bowed to us, each in turn. “Miss Stackhouse,” she said, extending her hand for me to shake. I hadn’t realized hands could be characterized as muscular. “Mr. Quinn.” Quinn got the shake, too, while Barry got a nod, since he hadn’t introduced himself. “I will call this Todd Donati. Sorry I filled your ears, when this is not your responsibility.”

“Wow,” I said, watching Batanya stride away. She was wearing pants like liquid leather, and you could see each buttock flex and relax with her movement. It was like an anatomy lesson. She had muscles in her butt.

“What galaxy did she come from?” Barry asked, sounding dazed.

Quinn said, “Not galaxy. Dimension. She’s a Britlingen.”

We waited for more enlightenment.

“She’s a bodyguard, a super-bodyguard,” he explained. “Britlingens are the best. You have to be really rich to hire a witch who can bring one over, and the witch has to negotiate the terms with their guild. When the job’s over, the witch has to send them back. You can’t leave them here. Their laws are different. Way different.”

“You’re telling me the King of Kentucky paid gobs of money to bring that woman to