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“You didn’t think of telling your father not to reveal your location?”

“Asking him to do that would have made him so curious he’d have torn up my entire life to find out why I’d asked. I never thought Octavia would call him, since she knows how I feel about him.”

Which was, to say the least, conflicted.

“I have something to tell you that I forgot,” Amelia said abruptly. “Speaking of phone calls, Eric called you.”

“When?”

“Ah, last night. Before you got home. You were so full of news when you got here, I just forgot to tell you. Plus, you’d said you were going to call him anyway. And I was really upset about my dad coming. I’m sorry, Sookie. I promise I’ll write a note next time.”

This was not the first time Amelia had neglected to tell me about a caller. I wasn’t pleased, but it was water under the bridge, and our day had been stressful enough. I hoped Eric had found out about the money the queen owed me for my services in Rhodes. I hadn’t gotten a check yet, and I hated to bug her since she’d been hurt so badly. I went to the phone in my room to call Fangtasia, which should be in full blast. The club was open every night except Monday.

“Fangtasia, the bar with a bite,” Clancy said.

Oh, great. My least favorite vampire. I phrased my request carefully. “Clancy, it’s Sookie. Eric asked me to return his call.”

There was a moment of silence. I was willing to bet that Clancy was trying to figure out if he could block my access to Eric. He decided he couldn’t. “One moment,” he said. A brief pause while I listened to “Strangers in the Night.” Then Eric picked up the phone.

“Hello?” he said.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you back before now. I just got your message. Did you call about my money?”

A moment of silence. “No, about something else entirely. Will you go out with me tomorrow night?”

I stared at the telephone. I couldn’t manage a coherent thought. Finally I said, “Eric, I’m dating Quinn.”

“And how long has it been since you’ve seen him?”

“Since Rhodes.”

“How long has it been since you heard from him?”

“Since Rhodes.” My voice was wooden. I was unwilling to talk to Eric about this, but we had shared blood often enough to have a much stronger tie than I liked. In fact, I loathed our bond, one we’d been compelled to forge. But when I heard his voice, I felt content. When I was with him, I felt beautiful and happy. And there was nothing I could do about it.

“I think you can give me one evening,” Eric said. “It doesn’t sound as though Quinn has you booked.”

“That was mean.”

“It’s Quinn who’s cruel, promising you he’d be here and then not keeping his word.” There was a dark element in Eric’s voice, an undertone of anger.

“Do you know what’s happened to him?” I asked. “Do you know where he is?”

There was a significant silence. “No,” Eric said very gently. “I don’t know. But there is someone in town who wants to meet you. I promised I would arrange it. I’d like to take you to Shreveport myself.”

So this wasn’t a date date.

“You mean that guy Jonathan? He came to the wedding and introduced himself. I’ve got to say, I didn’t much care for the guy. No offense, if he’s a friend of yours.”

“Jonathan? What Jonathan?”

“I’m talking about the Asian guy; he’s maybe Thai? He was at the Bellefleur wedding last night. He said he wanted to see me because he was staying in Shreveport and he’d heard a lot about me. He said he’d checked in with you, like a good little visiting vampire.”

“I don’t know him,” Eric said. His voice was much sharper. “I’ll ask here at Fangtasia to see if anyone has seen him. And I’ll prompt the queen about your money, though she is . . . not herself. Now, will you please do what I’m asking you to do?”

I made a face at the telephone. “I guess,” I said. “Who’m I meeting? And where?”

“I’ll have to let the ‘who’ remain a mystery,” Eric said. “As to where, we’ll go to dinner at a nice restaurant. The kind you’d call casual dressy.”

“You don’t eat. What will you do?”

“I’ll introduce you and stay as