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hard, though it didn't make a bit of difference. "Eric, you listen to me. I've done everything for Lafayette
and Andy Bellefleur I can, though it's precious little. He'll just have to go from here on the little snatches I
caught. He's a cop. He can find court evidence. I'm not selfless enough to go any further with this."
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"Sookie," Eric said. I didn't think he'd heard a word. "Yield to me."
Well, that was pretty direct.
"No," I said, in the most definite voice I could summon. "No."
"I will protect you from Bill."
"You're the one that's gonna need protection!" When I reflected on that sentence, I was not proud of it.
"You think Bill is stronger than me?"
"I am not having this conversation." Then I proceeded to have it. "Eric, I appreciate your offering to help
me, and I appreciate your willingness to come to an awful place like this."
"Believe me, Sookie, this little gathering of trash is nothing, nothing, compared to some of the places I
have been."
And I believed him utterly. "Okay, but it's awful to me. Now, I realize that I should've known this would,
ah, rouse your expectations, but you know I did not come out here tonight to have sex with anyone. Bill
is my boyfriend." Though the wordsboyfriend andBill sounded ludicrous in the same sentence,
"boyfriend" was Bill's function in my world, anyway.
"I am glad to hear it," said a cool, familiar voice. "This scene would make me wonder, otherwise."
Oh, great.
Eric rose up off of me, and I scrambled off the hood of the car and stumbled in the direction of Bill's
voice.
"Sookie," he said, when I drew near, "it's getting to where I just can't let you go anywhere alone."
As far as I could tell in the poor lighting, he didn't look very glad to see me. But I couldn't blame him for
that. "I sure made a big mistake," I said, from the bottom of my heart. I hugged him.
"You smell like Eric," he said into my hair. Well, hell, I was forever smelling like other men to Bill. I felt a
flood of misery and shame, and I realized things were about to happen.
But what happened was not what I expected.
Andy Bellefleur stepped out of the bushes with a gun in his hand. His clothes looked torn and stained,
and the gun looked huge.
"Sookie, step away from the vampire," he said.
"No." I wrapped myself around Bill. I didn't know if I was protecting him or he was protecting me. But if
Andy wanted us separated, I wanted us joined.
There was a sudden surge of voices on the porch of the cabin. Someone clearly had been looking out of
the window I had kind of wondered if Eric had made that up because, though no voices had been
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raised, the showdown in the clearing had attracted the attention of the revelers inside. While Eric and I
had been in the yard, the orgy had progressed. Tom Hardaway was naked, and Jan, too. Eggs Tallie
looked drunker.
"You smell like Eric," Bill repeated, in a hissing voice.
I reared back from him, completely forgetting about Andy and his gun. And I lost my temper.
This is a rare thing, but not as rare as it used to be. It was kind of exhilarating. "Yeah, uh-huh, and I can't
even tell what you smell like! For all I know you've been with six women! Hardly fair, is it?"
Bill gaped at me, stunned. Behind me, Eric started laughing. The crowd on the sundeck was silently
enthralled. Andy didn't think we should all be ignoring the man with the gun.
"Stand together in a group," he bellowed. Andy had had a lot to drink.
Eric shrugged. "Have you ever dealt with vampires, Bellefleur?" he asked.
"No," Andy said. "But I can shoot you dead. I have silver bullets."
"That's " I started to say, but Bill's hand covered my mouth. Silver bullets were only definitely fatal to
werewolves, but vampires also had a terrible reaction to silver, and a vampire hit in a vital place would
certainly suffer.
Eric raised an eyebrow and sauntered over to the orgiasts on the deck. Bill took my hand, and we
joined them. For once, I would have loved to know what Bill was thinking.
"Which one of you was it, or was it all of you?" Andy bellowed.
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