All Together Dead (Sookie Stackhouse #7)(58)
Author: Charlaine Harris

Well, I’d had worse nights.

I found the infirmary, which was easier to locate than I’d thought, because the door was open and I could hear a familiar laugh coming from the room. I stepped in to find that Quinn was talking to the honey bear-looking woman, who must be Bettina, and the black guy, who must be Hondo. Also, to my astonishment, Clovache was there. Her armor was not off, but she managed to give the impression of a guy who’d loosened his tie.

"Sookie," said Quinn. He smiled at me, but the two shape-changers didn’t. I was definitely an unwelcome visitor.

But I hadn’t come to see them. I’d come to see the man who’d saved my life. I walked over to him, letting him watch me, giving him a little smile. I sat on the plastic chair by the bed and took his hand.

"Tell me how you’re feeling," I said.

"Like I had a real close shave," he said. "But I’m gonna be fine."

"Could you all excuse us a moment, please?" I was at my most polite as I met the eyes of the three others in the room.

Clovache said, "Back to guarding Kentucky," and took off. She might have winked at me before she vanished. Bettina looked a bit disgruntled, as if she’d been student teaching on her own and now the teacher had returned and snatched back her authority.

Hondo gave me a dark look that held more than a hint of threat. "You treat my man right," he said. "Don’t give him no hard time."

"Never," I said. He couldn’t think of a way to stay, since Quinn apparently wanted to talk to me, so he left.

"My fan base just gets bigger and bigger," I said, watching them go. I got up and shut the door behind them. Unless a vampire, or Barry, stood outside the door, we were reasonably private.

"Is this where you dump me for the vampire?" Quinn asked. All trace of good humor had vanished from his face, and he was holding very still.

"No. This is where I tell you what happened, and you listen, and then we talk." I said this as if I was sure he’d go along with it, but that was far from the case, and my heart was thudding in my throat as I waited for his reply. Finally he nodded, and I closed my eyes in relief, clutching his left hand in both of mine. "Okay," I said, bracing myself, and then I was off and running with my narrative, hoping that he would see that Eric really was the lesser of two evils.

Quinn didn’t pull his hand away, but he didn’t hold mine, either. "You’re bound to Eric," he said.

"Yes."

"You’ve exchanged blood with him at least three times."

"Yes."

"You know he can turn you whenever he feels like it?"

"Any of us could be turned whenever the vampires feel like it, Quinn. Even you. It might take two of them to hold you down and one to take all your blood and give you his, but it still could happen."

"It wouldn’t take that long if he made up his mind, now that you two have swapped so often. And this is Andre’s fault."

"There’s nothing I can do about that now. I wish there were. I wish I could cut Eric out of my life. But I can’t."

"Unless he gets staked," Quinn said.

I felt a pang in my heart that almost had me clapping a hand to my chest.

"You don’t want that to happen." Quinn’s mouth was compressed in a hard line.

"No, of course not!"

"You care about him."

Oh, crap. "Quinn, you know Eric and I were together for a while, but he had amnesia and he doesn’t remember it. I mean, he knows it’s a fact, but he doesn’t remember it at all."

"If anyone besides you told me that story, you know what I’d think."

"Quinn. I’m not anybody else."

"Babe, I don’t know what to say. I care about you, and I love spending time with you. I love going to bed with you. I like eating at the table with you. I like cooking together. I like almost everything about you, including your gift. But I’m not good at sharing."

"I don’t go with two guys at the same time."

"What are you saying?"

"I’m saying, I’m going with you, unless you tell me different."

"What will you do when Mr. Big and Blond tells you to hop in bed with him?"

"I’ll tell him I’m spoken for…if you’re going to speak."

Quinn shifted restlessly on the narrow bed. "I’m healing, but I’m hurting," he admitted. He looked very tired.

"I wouldn’t trouble you with all this if it didn’t seem pretty important to me," I said. "I’m trying to be honest with you. Absolutely honest. You took the arrow for me, and it’s the least I can do in return."

"I know that. Sookie, I’m a man who almost always knows his own mind, but I have to tell you…I don’t know what to say. I thought we were just about ideal for each other until this." Quinn’s eyes blazed in his face suddenly. "If he died, we’d have no problems."

"If you killed him, I’d have a problem," I said. I couldn’t get any plainer than that.

Quinn closed his eyes. "We have to think about this again when I’m all healed and you’ve had sleep and time to relax," he said. "You gotta meet Frannie, too. I’m so…" To my horror, I thought Quinn was going to choke up. If he cried, I would, too, and the last thing I needed was tears. I leaned over so far I thought I was going to fall on top of him, and I kissed him, just a quick pressure of my mouth on his. But then he held my shoulder and pulled me back to him, and there was much more to explore, his warmth and intensity…but then his gasp drew us out of the moment. He was trying not to grimace with pain.

"Oh! I’m sorry."

"Don’t ever apologize for a kiss like that," he said. And he didn’t look teary anymore. "We definitely have something going on, Sookie. I don’t want Andre’s vampire crap to ruin it."

"Me, either," I said. I didn’t want to give Quinn up, not the least because of our sizzling chemistry. Andre terrified me, and who knew what his intentions were? I certainly didn’t. I suspected Eric didn’t know, either, but he was never averse to power.

I said good-bye to Quinn, a reluctant good-bye, and began finding my way back to the dance. I felt obliged to check in with the queen to make sure she didn’t need me, but I was exhausted, and I needed to get out of my dress and collapse on my bed.

Clovache was leaning against a wall in the corridor ahead, and I had the impression she was waiting for me. The younger Britlingen was less statuesque than Batanya, and while Batanya looked like a striking hawk with dark curls, Clovache was lighter altogether, with feathery ash-brown hair that needed a good stylist and big green eyes with high, arched brows.