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I really hated that bitch.

There was nothing more, in this moment, that I wanted more than to lash out and hit her just as she had me, but I would not lower myself to her level. I don't want to be her. I looked at Tommy who was trying to decide to help me or to let me handle it myself. I waved him away.

"You should have called!"

"If you don't remember you and Arnold kicked me out." I stepped into the house my combat boots clacking on the worn hardwood floor. And ran my index finger over the table that sat by the door. "It was actually quite good for me you see, I'm getting married."

"To him?" She motioned to Tommy who had just stepped right outside the door.

"No."

"Oh." She looked slightly relieved. "Who then? Is he rich? Let's see the diamond! I can wait to start pl—!"

"No."

"What?"

"You aren't coming anywhere near me or my fiancé. Not after the things you've done to me. You and that fat, drunken bastard. I came here to let you know that . . . that I would never be back, that you'll never hear from me again. You're on your own for good." I started out the front door and turned back to look at her stunned and very pissed off face. "Oh, and did I mention that he's a vampire?"

I smirked and slammed the door behind me.

Eric was awake when I returned to the room. I watched silently, trying to conceal the slight discoloration on my right cheek while he packed. I always packed, so it was a little odd.

"I would have done that."

"You were off doing who knows what and I was waiting."

"I was visiting my mother."

I felt the anger radiate through our bond.

"What?" he growled. "Did she hurt you? Look at me, Nik." When I refused, "Look at me!"

"It's just a slap. You've seen me in worse condition that this."

He glared.

"Don't even think of giving me your blood, Eric Northman. I'm fine and dandy."

"We have a plane to catch. I believe—"

"You have to help Sookie with the Maenad."

"Why are you so insistent about her?"

"She's my friend, Eric. I won't let her die."

"I'll go to see the queen and you will return to Shreveport with the shifter and Godric."

"Wait, wait, wait! Godric is going to Shreveport? Permanently?"

"For a while, yes."

I had no idea how to take this. What is good or bad? Good for the fact Eric will enjoy it. Bad for the fact I still have feelings for him, feelings that must be eliminated quickly and completely.

"Oh."

An hour later, Tommy, Godric Eric and I were at the airport. Tommy had boarded already, and Godric was talking to Eric in Swedish, of which I know five words. Eric had tried to teach me, but . . . He was a great teacher, but I was a bad student because I wanted to kiss the words right from his lips.

Finally I'd had enough of watching them talk. I grabbed my new purse, with my new phone-since the last one got blown up-and started toward the plane.

"Where do you think you're going?" Eric called after me.

"The plane."

"Without a goodbye?"

"Yup." I turned and stuck my tongue out at Eric, but when I faced forward again he was right there. His arms wound around me.

"Got you." He kissed me softly.

"Eric . . ." How could I say this?

"You're nervous."

"Don't . . . don'tcheatonme."

The words came out in a rush. Hopefully he didn't understand the words that made me feel so nervous, but the slightly shocked look on his face told me he did.

"I don't know where this is coming from. When have I ever gave you a reason to think I would cheat on you?"

"I . . ." I glanced toward the plane. "I should get going . . ."

"Not until you tell me why you think I'll cheat on you."

I couldn't tell him it would strengthen my resolve to keep away from Godric. I loved Godric, not like I used too, but he's still very important and I just need to make sure that I'm not weak and I fall into my old self.

"Um . . . insecure?"

"You're anything but."

"Except for when it involves Queen Sophie-Anne of Louisiana and the 'relationship' you used to have with her."

Yeah. All true. Sophie-Anne was beautiful. And Eric used to fuck her. I didn't like it one bit, but I remained civil when I saw her. When she found out about our engagement the words coming out of her mouth were, 'So you're going to turn her into one of the slut dancers at your bar?' followed by, "Oh, Nikki, darling, I'll get you a wonderful gift!'

The second one didn't bother me so much. I'd take an expensive gift and consider it and apology-even though it really isn't one-for talking about me being a slutty dancer. Plus, last I checked, Sophie-Anne was into slutty women. No offense to Hadley and her other 'friends'.

I look forward to seeing what she has for me in two weeks. Probably a human for me to chomp on when I'm turned.

"I will never cheat on you."

I kissed him on his slightly stubbly cheek.

"I'll never cheat on you either. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Call me if you need anything."

God, please don't call me. I've got to do something completely stupid, something that could possibly get me killed.

I am going to attempt to kill a maenad with Sookie Stackhouse and Bill Compton.

It was short, I know. But When I wrote this, I was dead tired and stressed to the max.

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