"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.
SOOKIE STACKHOUSE SERIE - FROM DEAD TO WORSE - CHARLAINE HARRIS
