“We were too involved in our discussion to be wary,” Eric said. He sounded pretty grim, and I didn’t blame him. But I decided to keep my mouth shut.
“Ironic, eh, that we needed a human girl to rescue us,” the king said blithely, the very idea that I’d decided not to voice.
“Yes, very amusing,” Eric said in a dreadfully unamused voice. “Why did you return, Sookie?”
“I felt your, ah, anger at being attacked.” For “anger” read “despair.”
The new king looked very interested. “A blood bond. How interesting.”
“No, not really,” I said. “Sam, I wonder if you’d mind driving me home. I don’t know where you gentlemen left your cars, or if you flew. I
do
wonder how Sigebert knew where to find you.”
Felipe de Castro and Eric shared almost identical expressions of deep thought.
“We’ll find out,” Eric said, and set me down. “And then heads are going to roll.” Eric was good at setting heads to rolling. It was one of his favorite things. I was willing to put my money on Castro sharing that predilection, because the king was looking positively gleeful in anticipation.
Sam fished his keys out of his pocket without a word, and I climbed into the truck with him. We left the two vampires involved in a deep conversation. Sigebert’s corpse, still partially under my poor car, was almost gone, leaving a dark greasy residue on the gravel of the parking lot. The good thing about vampires—no corpse disposal.
“I’ll call Dawson tonight,” Sam said unexpectedly.
“Oh, Sam, thank you,” I said. “I’m so glad you were there.”
“It’s the parking lot of my
bar
,” he said, and it might have been my own guilty reaction, but I thought I detected some reproach. I suddenly came to the full realization that Sam had walked into a situation in his own backyard, a situation he had no stake or interest in, and that he’d almost died as a result. And why had Eric been in the parking lot back of Merlotte’s? To talk to me. And then Felipe de Castro had followed to talk to Eric . . . though I wasn’t sure why. But the point was, them being there at all was my fault.
“Oh, Sam,” I said, almost in tears, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Eric would wait for me, and I sure didn’t know the king would follow him. I still don’t know why he was there. I’m so sorry,” I said again. I would say it a hundred times if it would take that tone out of Sam’s voice.
“It’s not your fault,” he said. “I asked Eric to come here in the first place. It’s their fault. I don’t know how we can pry you loose from them.”
“This was bad, but somehow you’re not taking it like I thought you would.”
“I just want to be left in peace,” he said unexpectedly. “I don’t want to get involved in supernatural politics. I don’t want to have to take sides in Were shit. I’m not a Were. I’m a shapeshifter, and shifters don’t organize. We’re too different. I hate vampire politics even more than Were politics.”
“You’re mad at me.”
“No!” He seemed to be struggling with what he wanted to say. “I don’t want that for you, either! Weren’t you happier before?”
“You mean before I knew any vampires; before I knew about the rest of the world that lies outside the boundaries?”
Sam nodded.
“In some ways. It was nice to have a clear path before me,” I said. “I do get really sick of the politics and the battles. But my life wasn’t any prize, Sam. Every day was a struggle just to act like I was a regular human, like I didn’t know all the things I know about other humans. The cheating and infidelity, the little acts of dishonesty, the unkindness. The really severe judgments people pass on each other. Their lack of charity. When you know all that, it’s hard to keep going sometimes. Knowing about the supernatural world puts all that in a different perspective. I don’t know why. People aren’t any better or worse than the supernaturals, but they’re not all there is, either.”
“I guess I understand,” Sam said, though he sounded a little doubtful.
“Plus,” I said very quietly, “it’s nice to be valued for the very thing that makes regular people think I’m just a crazy girl.”
“Definitely understand that,” Sam said. “But there’s a price.”
“Oh, no doubt about it.”
“You willing to pay?”
“So far.”
We chugged up my driveway. No lights on. The witchy duo had gone to bed, or else they were out partying or casting spells.
“In the morning, I’ll call Dawson,” Sam said. “He’ll check out your car, make sure you can drive it, or he’ll get it towed to his place. Think you can get a ride to work?”
“I’m sure I can,” I said. “Amelia can bring me in.”
Sam walked me to the back door like he was bringing me home from a date. The porch light was on, which was thoughtful of Amelia. Sam put his arms around me, which was a surprise, and then he just snugged his head in close to mine, and we stood there enjoying each other’s warmth for a long moment.
“We survived the Were war,” he said. “You made it through the vampire coup. Now we lived through the attack of the berserk bodyguard. I hope we keep up our record.”
“Now you’re scaring me,” I said as I remembered all the other things I’d survived. I should be dead, no doubt about it.
His warm lips brushed my cheek. “Maybe that’s a good thing,” he said, and turned to go back to his truck.
I watched him climb in and reverse, and then I unlocked the back door and went to my room. After all the adrenaline and the fear and the accelerated pace of life (and death) in the parking lot of Merlotte’s, my own room seemed very quiet and clean and secure. I’d done my best to kill someone tonight. It was only by chance Sigebert had survived my attempt at vehicular homicide. Twice. I couldn’t help but notice that I wasn’t feeling remorseful. This was surely a flaw, but at the moment I just didn’t care. There were definitely parts of my character I didn’t approve of, and maybe from time to time I had moments when I didn’t like myself much. But I got through each day as it came to me, and so far I’d survived everything life had thrown at me. I could only hope that the survival was worth the price I’d paid.
Chapter 20
To my relief, I woke up in an empty house. Neither Amelia’s
nor Octavia’s throbbing heads were under my roof. I lay in bed and reveled in the knowledge. Maybe the next time I had a whole day off, I could spend it completely alone. That didn’t seem a likely occurrence, but a girl can dream. After I planned my day (call Sam to find out about my car, pay some bills, go to work), I got into the shower and really scrubbed. I used as much hot water as I wanted. I painted my toenails and my fingernails, and I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and went in to make some coffee. The kitchen was spanking clean; God bless Amelia.
The coffee was great, the toast delicious spread with blueberry jam. Even my taste buds were happy. After I cleaned up from breakfast, I was practically singing with the pleasure of solitude. I went back to my room to make my bed and put on my makeup.
Of course, that was when the knock came at the back door, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I stepped into some shoes and went to answer it.
Tray Dawson was there, and he was smiling. “Sookie, your car is doing fine,” he said. “I had to do a little replacing here and there, and it’s the first time I ever had to scrape vampire ash off an undercarriage, but you’re good to go.”
“Oh, thanks! Can you come in?”
“Just for a minute,” he said. “You got a Coke in the refrigerator?”
“I sure do.” I brought him a Coke, asked if he wanted some cookies or a peanut butter sandwich to go with it, and when he’d turned that down, I excused myself to finish my makeup. I’d figured Dawson would run me to the car, but he’d driven it over to my place, as it turned out, so I’d need to give him a ride instead.
I had my checkbook out and my pen in hand when I sat at the table opposite the big man and asked him how much I owed him.
“Not a dime,” Dawson said. “The new guy paid for it.”
“The new king?”
“Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night last night. Told me the story, more or less, and asked me if I could look at the car first thing in the morning. I was awake when he called, so it didn’t make me no nevermind. I got over to Merlotte’s this morning, told Sam he wasted a phone call since I already knew all about it. I followed him while he drove the car out to my place, and we put it up on the rack and had a good look.”
This was a long speech for Dawson. I put my checkbook back in my purse and listened, silently asking him if he wanted more Coke by pointing at his glass. He shook his head, letting me know he was satisfied. “We had to tighten up a few things, replace your windshield fluid reservoir. I knew just where another car like yours was at Rusty’s Salvage, and it didn’t take no time to do the job.”
I could only thank him again. I drove Dawson out to his repair shop. Since the last time I’d driven by, he’d trimmed up the front yard of his home, a modest but tidy frame house that stood next door to the big shop. Dawson had also put all the bits and pieces of motorcycles under cover somewhere, instead of having them strewn around in a handy but unattractive spread. And his pickup was clean.
As Dawson slid out of the car, I said, “I’m so grateful. I know cars aren’t your specialty and I do appreciate your working on mine.” Repairman to the underworld, that was Tray Dawson.
“Well, I did it because I wanted to,” Dawson said, and then he paused. “But if you could see your way to it, I’d sure like it if you’d put in a word for me with your friend Amelia.”
“I don’t have much influence over Amelia,” I said. “But I’ll be glad to tell her what a sterling character you are.”
He smiled very broadly: no suppression there. I didn’t think I’d ever seen Dawson crack such a grin. “She sure looks healthy,” he said, and since I had no idea what Dawson’s criteria for admiration were, that was a big clue.
“You call her up, I’ll give a reference,” I said.
“It’s a deal.”
We parted happy, and he loped across the newly neat yard to his shop. I didn’t know if Dawson would be to Amelia’s taste or not, but I’d do my best to persuade her to give him a chance.
As I drove home, I listened to the car for any strange noise. It purred away.
Amelia and Octavia came in as I was leaving for work.
“How are you feeling?” Amelia said with a knowing air.
“Fine,” I said automatically. Then I understood she thought I hadn’t come home the night before. She thought I’d been having a good time with someone. “Hey, you remember Tray Dawson, right? You met him at Maria-Star’s apartment.”
“Sure.”
“He’s going to call you. Be sweet.”
I left her grinning after me as I got into my car.
For once, work was boring and normal. Terry was substituting since Sam hated to work on Sunday afternoons. Merlotte’s was having a calm day. We opened late on Sunday and we closed early, so I was ready to start home by seven. No one showed up in the parking lot, and I was able to walk directly to my car without being accosted for a long, weird conversation or being attacked.
The next morning I had errands to run in town. I was short on cash, so I drove to the ATM, waving at Tara Thornton du Rone. Tara smiled and waved back. Marriage was suiting her, and I hoped she and JB were having a happier time of it than my brother and his wife. As I drove away from the bank, to my astonishment I spotted Alcide Herveaux coming out of the offices of Sid Matt Lancaster, an ancient and renowned lawyer. I pulled into Sid Matt’s parking lot, and Alcide came over to talk to me.
I should have driven on, hoping he hadn’t noticed me.
The conversation was awkward. Alcide had had a lot to deal with, in all fairness. His girlfriend was dead, brutally murdered. Several other members of his pack were also dead. He’d had a huge cover-up to arrange. But he was now the leader of the pack, and he had gotten to celebrate his victory in the traditional way. In hindsight, I suspect he was fairly embarrassed at having sex with a young woman in public, especially so soon after his girlfriend’s death. This was quite a bundle of emotions I was reading in his head, and he was flushed when he came to my car window.
“Sookie, I haven’t had a chance to thank you for all your help that night. It’s lucky for us your boss decided to come with you.”
Yeah, since you wouldn’t have saved my life and he did, I’m glad, too.
“No problem, Alcide,” I said, my voice wonderfully even and calm. I was going to have a good day, dammit. “Have things settled down in Shreveport?”
“The police don’t seem to have a clue,” he said, glancing around to make sure no one else was within hearing distance. “They haven’t found the site yet, and there’s been a lot of rain. We’re hoping sooner rather than later they’ll cut back on their investigation.”
“You-all still planning the big announcement?”
“It’ll have to be soon. The heads of other packs in the area have been in contact with me. We don’t have a meeting of all the leaders like the vampires do, mostly because they have one leader for each state and we have a hell of a lot of packleaders. Looks like we’ll all elect a representative from the packleaders, one from each state, and those representatives will go to a national meeting.”
“That sounds like a step in the right direction.”
“Also, we might ask other wereanimals if they want to come in with us. Like, Sam could belong to my pack in an auxiliary way, though he’s not a Were. And it would be good if the lone wolves, like Dawson, came to some of the pack parties . . . came out howling with us or something.”
“Dawson seems to like his life the way it is,” I said. “And you’ll have to talk to Sam, not me, about whether he wants to associate with you-all formally.”
“Sure. You seem to have a lot of influence with him. Just thought I’d mention it.”
I didn’t see it that way. Sam had a lot of influence over me, but whether I had any over him . . . I was dubious. Alcide began making the little shifts in stance that told me as clearly as his brain had that he was about to go his way on whatever business had brought him to Bon Temps.