Dead Ever After: A True Blood Novel

“She was a frugal fairy for many decades.”
    I couldn’t comprehend my good fortune. “It’s a huge relief to have the money to defend myself. But I still hope that someone will confess and spare me the trial,” I murmured.
    “We all hope that, Sookie,” Barry said. “That’s why we’re here.”
    Amelia said, “After supper, while it’s still light, Bob and I are going to cast a circle of aggressive protection around the house.”
    “I’m grateful,” I said, taking care to make eye contact and parcel out some sincerity to both of them. It was lucky that Barry could read minds, but not Amelia. While I knew Amelia was anxious to do something to contribute, and I knew she was powerful, sometimes things went wrong when she cast important spells. But I couldn’t see a way to turn down her offer that would sound polite. “I guess Niall was concentrating on making the land fertile, and that’s a really wonderful thing. But some protection would be great.”
    “There’s an elvish warding spell in place,” Amelia admitted. “But since it’s not human in origin, it may not be totally effective in protecting against human attackers or vampires.”
    That made sense, at least to me. Bellenos the elf had scoffed at Amelia’s spells and added his own, and there wasn’t anything human about Bellenos.
    I felt guilty at doubting her. It was time for me to act happy. “Having defense money calls for some ice cream with that cake. How about it, you all? I’ve got Rocky Road and Dulce de Leche.” I smiled all around the kitchen. While I was dishing up the ice cream (everyone wanted some), I was keeping my fingers crossed that Amelia and Bob would cast a good spell.
    After dessert, as the two witches went outside to work and Barry covered the remains of the cake while I put away the ice cream, Diantha said she was going upstairs to sleep. She still looked exhausted. Mr. Cataliades went up with her and came down with the papers about the monthly payment and a check for the property sale. It was attached to the legal documents with a paper clip in the shape of a heart.
    I rinsed my hands and dried them on a dish towel before I took the documents from him. I glanced down at the check, with no idea what to expect. The amount made my head swim, and the letter clipped to it said I would be getting three thousand dollars a month. “This year?” I asked, to be sure I understood. “Three thousand a month? Wow. That’s amazing.” A whole year of luxury!
    “Not this year. For the rest of your life,” Mr. Cataliades said.
    I had to sit down very quickly.
    “Sookie, you okay?” Barry asked, bending over. Bad news or good news? he asked.
    I can pay for my legal defense , I told him. And I can get the house sprayed for bugs.

Chapter 15
    At midnight the alarms went off.
    I hadn’t known there were alarms and I hadn’t known it was midnight, but when the chiming started, I glanced at the clock. I’d been having the best sleep I’d had in days, and I experienced a moment of vicious disappointment before I launched myself out of bed.
    From across the hall, Amelia shouted, “It worked !” I flung open my bedroom door and stumbled out. Amelia and Bob, in a nightgown and sleep shorts respectively, were hurrying through their doorway and heading to the back door. I heard Mr. Cataliades bellow something. Diantha shrieked back. They were pounding down the stairs completely dressed in their day clothes. Barry staggered down after them in LSU sleep pants and shirtless.
    We all crowded onto the back porch, staring outside. There was one big security light in the back, but we could also see that a ring of blue light had sprung up around the yard and house. A body lay on the ground outside the ring. “Oh, no!” I said, and put my hand on the porch door.
    “Sookie, don’t go out!” Amelia said, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me backward. “That’s someone who tried to sneak up on the house.”
    “But what if it’s Bill and he was only coming to see if everything was okay?”
    “Our defensive circle recognizes enmity,” Bob said with simple pride.
    “Diantha, do you have your cell phone?” Mr. Cataliades asked.
    “SureIgotit,” she said, and I spared a moment to be relieved that she was back to normal.
    “Go take a picture of the person who is lying on the ground, but from well within the circle,” he directed.
    Before we could think to stop her or argue with the procedure, Diantha was out of the house and