Extraits Tome 6

EXTRAIT 1 :

[…] Eric said, “What have you been telling Sookie, Quinn?”

The two tall men looked at each other. I didn’t believe I was the source of their animosity. I was a symptom, not the disease. Something lay underneath this.

“I’ve been telling Sookie that the queen requires Sookie’s presence at the conference as part of her party, and that the queen’s summons supersedes yours,” Quinn said flatly.

“Since when has the queen given orders through a shifter?” Eric said, contempt flattening his voice.

“Since this shifter performed a valuable service for her in the line of business,” Quinn answered, with no hesitation. “Mr. Cataliades suggested to Her Majesty that I might be helpful in a diplomatic capacity, and my partners were glad to give me extra time to perform any duties she might give me.”

I wasn’t totally sure I was following this, but I got the gist of it.

Eric was incensed, to use a good entry of my Word of the Day calendar. In fact, his eyes were almost throwing sparks, he was so angry. “This woman has been mine, and she will be mine,” he said, in tones so definite I thought about checking my rear end for a brand.

Quinn shifted his gaze to me. “Babe, are you his, or not?” he asked.

“Not,” I said

“Then let’s go enjoy the show,” Quinn said.

EXTRAIT 2 :

“Did you want something of Hadley’s?” I asked her, my train of thought having veered away from money. “You know, a remembrance?”

something flashed in her eyes, something that surprised me.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” said the queen, with an adorable hint of a French accent.

Uh-oh. It couldn’t be good that she’d switched on the charm.

“I did ask Hadley to hide something for me,” she said. My bullshit meter was beeping like an alarm clock. “And if you come across it in your packing, I’d like to have it back.”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s a jewel,” she said. “My husband gave it to me as an engagement gift. I happened to leave it before I got married.”

“You’re welcome to look in Hadley’s jewelry box,” I said immediately. “If it belongs to you, of course you have to have it back.”

“That’s very kind of you,” she said, her face back to its regular smoothness. “It’s a diamond, a large diamond, and it’s fixed on a platinum bracelet.”

[…] “Please, look now,” I suggested. “I know that it would be like a faux pas to lose a present from your husband.”

“Oh,” she said gently, “you have no idea.”

ETRAIT 3 :

[…] “What did you do to the little man on the floor?” (Eric)

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said.

“Try me.”
“I scared him so bad he spilled hot coffee on himself. Then I hit him with a stun gun that I got out off the van.”

“Oh.” There was a kind of breathy sound, and I opened my eyes to see that Eric was laughing silently.

“The Pelts?” I asked.

“Rasul has covered them,” Eric said. “You have another fan, it seems.”

“Oh, it’s because of the fairy blood,” I said irritably. “You know, it’s not fair. Human guys don’t like me. I know about two hundred men of’ em who wouldn’t want to date me if I came with a Chevy truck. But because supes are attracted to the fairy smell, I get I accused of being a guy magnet. How wrong is that?”

“You have fairy blood,” Eric said, as if his won lightbulb had just lit up. “That explains a lot.”

That hurt my feelings. “Oh no, you couldn’t just like me,” I said, tired and hurting beyond coherence. “oh no, gosh, there has to be a reason. And it’s not gonna be my sparkling personality, oh no! It’s gonna be my blood, because it’s special. Not me, I’m not special…”

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