Club Dead (Southern Vampire Mysteries, Book 3) by Charlaine Harris

By Charlaine Harris

Sookie's boyfriend has been very distant-in one other nation, far away. Now she's off to Mississippi to mingle with the underworld at membership Dead-a little hang-out the place the vampire elite visit sit back. but if she ultimately reveals Bill-caught in an act of betrayal-she's uncertain even if to save lots of him...or sharpen a few stakes.

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Not only was Bill missing and possibly dead—permanently dead—but he had lied to me about where he was going and why, and he’d kept some important secret from me, something concerning me. The pain went so deep, I could not even feel the wound. But I knew I would later. I handed the phone back to Pam, and I turned and left the bar. I faltered as I was getting into my car. I should stay at Merlotte’s to help dispose of the body. Sam wasn’t a vampire, and he was only involved in this for my sake. This wasn’t fair to him.

Sure enough, I caught a glimpse of a white face in the woods when I got home. I almost called out to the watcher, invited the vampire in to at least sit on the couch during the night. But then I thought, No. I had to be by myself. None of this was any of my doing. I had no action to take. I had to remain passive, and I was ignorant through no will of my own. I was as wounded and as angry as it was possible for me to be. Or at least I thought I was. Subsequent revelations would prove me wrong. I stomped inside my house and locked the door behind me.

Bubba could help him, and Pam—Pam, who knew all, while I knew nothing. Sure enough, I caught a glimpse of a white face in the woods when I got home. I almost called out to the watcher, invited the vampire in to at least sit on the couch during the night. But then I thought, No. I had to be by myself. None of this was any of my doing. I had no action to take. I had to remain passive, and I was ignorant through no will of my own. I was as wounded and as angry as it was possible for me to be. Or at least I thought I was.

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