Sookie, What Have We Done? And To

Because He Sounded So Lost-the Eric I Knew Had Never Been One To Do Anything Other Than Assume Others Should Serve Him-i Patted Around Under The Covers For His Hand. When I Found It, I Slid My Own Over It. His Palm Was Turned Up To Meet My Palm, And His Fingers Clasped Mine. And Though I Would Not Have Thought It Possible To Go To Sleep Holding Hands With A Vampire, That's Exactly What I Did.

It Wasn't Enough To Be Kidnapped, I Had To Be Insulted Too.

His Eyes Were Still Like Caves With Ghosts Dwelling In Their Depths.

I Don't Like Having Feelings," Eric Said Coldly, And He Left. That Was A Tough Exit Line To Top.

Sookie, What Have We Done? And To Whom?" "i Killed A Chicken. And I Cooked It." "sookie, Sookie. My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As A False." -eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse