Dead Ever After

been unfaithful to him. He’d had a thing for me until I’d persuaded him that would be a bad idea for both of us. Now he was seeing a werewolf named Kandace, who was new to the area. She would be up for membership in the pack later this month.
    “I hear we need to try to find a trail of someone who stole that scarf,” Alcide said.
    “I hope you can pick up something,” I said. “Wouldn’t be court evidence, but we’d be able to track down him or her.”
    “You’re a clean woman,” he said, looking around the living room. “But I can tell there’ve been lots of people in here lately.”
    “Yeah,” I said. “I got a houseful of company. So the best place to catch a scent would be in my room.”
    “That’s where we’ll start,” he said, and smiled. He had white teeth in a tan face and lovely green eyes, and Alcide’s smile was something else. Too bad he wasn’t for me.
    “You want a glass of water or some lemonade?” I said.
    “Maybe after I get the job done,” he said. He took off his clothes and folded them neatly on the couch. Wow. I struggled to keep my face neutral. Then he changed.
    It always looked like it hurt, and the sounds were unpleasant, but Alcide seemed to recover quickly. The handsome wolf in front of me padded around my living room, his sensitive nose recording scent trails before he followed them into my bedroom.
    I stayed out of his way. I sat at the little desk in the living room where the computer was plugged in, and I passed the time by deleting a lot of old e-mail. It was something to do while he searched. I banished all the spam and the department store ads before a big wolf head thrust its way into my lap, and there was Alcide, tail wagging.
    I patted him automatically. That was what you did when a canine head presented itself. You scratched between its ears and under its chin, you rubbed its belly . . . well, maybe not a wolf’s belly, especially a male wolf’s.
    Alcide grinned at me and changed back. He’d become the fastest changer I’d ever seen. I wondered if that ability came with the packmaster job.
    “Any luck?” I asked, keeping my eyes modestly focused on my hands while he got dressed.
    “At least you didn’t clean the throw rug by your bed,” he said. “I can tell you that one person who’s been in your room, I don’t know at all. But your friend Tara’s been there, right by your bed. Your two fae buddies were in there, but then, they lived here.”
    “They were searching my house while I was gone every day,” I said. “They were searching for the cluviel dor.”
    “That’s sad, that your kin would do that,” Alcide said, and he patted me on the shoulder. “Who else did I smell? Eric, of course. And you know who else? Arlene. She was carrying a charm of some kind, but definitely Arlene.”
    “I didn’t remember you’d met Arlene.” I grasped at an irrelevant issue because I was stunned silly.
    “She served me once or twice when I came by Merlotte’s.”
    I figured out her access after five seconds’ more cogitation. “She knew where I hid my keys from when we were friends,” I said, infuriated by my own carelessness. “I guess before, or even after, she came to Merlotte’s, she let herself in here and got the scarf. But why?”
    “Someone told her to, I expect,” Alcide said, buckling his belt.
    “Someone sent her here to get the scarf that would be used to kill her.”
    “Apparently, that’s what happened. Ironic, huh?”
    I couldn’t think of any other explanation.
    And it made me sick.
    “Thanks so much, Alcide,” I said, remembering my manners. I got him the glass of lemonade I’d promised him, and he drank it in one long gulp. “How’s Kandace doing, integrating into the pack?” I asked.
    He smiled broadly. “She’s doing real well,” he said. “Taking it slow. They’re warming up to her.” Kandace had been a rogue wolf, but because she’d turned in some worse rogues, she’d gotten a chance to join the pack while the bad ones had been banished. Kandace was quiet and tall, and though I didn’t know her well, I knew she was the calmest person Alcide had ever been with. I had the sense that after a life on rough seas, Kandace was looking for inland waters.
    “That’s real good to hear,” I said. “I wish her luck.”
    “Call me if you need me,” Alcide said. “The pack stands ready to help you.”
    “You’ve already been a help,” I said, and I meant it.
    Two minutes after he left, Barry pulled