Teaser time (because I no longer post complete chapters on this site - see Ch. 30 and on back for gratuitous reasons why...you'll see)...
Ch. 31:
Eric was not the only one who noticed when Godric stopped smirking. Niall, being a wily old goat, had concentrated his strong and sometimes used observational skills upon the ancient vampire to gauge his reaction to Claudia's implied role in greeting the upcoming delegation.
That the "upcoming delegation" was comprised of three old family friends completely unsuitable as mates for the granddaughter remained irrelevant.
While he would most assuredly have preferred his second-favorite descendant to secure reproduction rights with a member of any acceptable Fairy party – who wouldn't? She could have easily taken her pick from numerous impeccable lineages – he was mostly above those sorts of base machinations.
Mostly.
But he could tell as easily as anyone which way the wind was currently blowing between those two.
The fact that she wasn't shrieking and popping away from the male by her side was quite telling.
He knew his little Claudia. He hoped his tacit approval of Sookie's Eric and his willingness to spend time in both vampires' presence would ease her mind about the undead species, but he also knew how she tended to grasp onto her fears a little too firmly at times.
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Ch. 32:
The faintest twitch of a lip was the only indication of Godric's amusement. He could sense the witch's magic and so knew she must be familiar with such things yet the appearance of the chairs had still managed to surprise her.
Funny how those who had access to powers always thought themselves the only ones…or was it also Niall's presence? She did seem a bit aware of his allure.
Like the old goat needed another fan…pfft.
As the ancient vampire quickly studied his subject, he remained tensed to rend the older female to bits if she proved to be a threat – he trusted Sookie's opinion but opinions could be wrong – yet he had to admit that the witch seemed sincere in her quest for vengeance and in her desire to be rid of any residual traces of Compton's influence.
He heartily applauded both aspirations all the while conceding that it was strange that the woman had been able to tell in the midst of glamour she'd been glamoured in the first place.
Perhaps it had been Sookie's doing? Or could the unusual cognizance have stemmed from her witching ability?
He shrugged. The vast majority of regular humans were blind to mental manipulations yet she wasn't.
Whatever.
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