From Dead to Worse

sixth sense, I was having trouble understanding my great-grandfather’s emotional and mental set. Was he grieving for his son? What had their relationship really been? Had Fintan thought he was doing us all a good deed in keeping his dad away from the Stackhouses all these years? Was Niall evil, or did he have bad intentions toward me? He could have done something awful to me from afar without going to the trouble of meeting me and paying for an expensive dinner.
    “You wouldn’t want to explain any more, huh?”
    Niall shook his head, his hair brushing his shoulders like strands of gold and silver spun out to incredible fineness.
    I had an idea. “Can you find my boyfriend?” I asked hopefully.
    “You have a man? Besides the vampire?”
    “Eric is not my man, but since I’ve had his blood a few times, and he’s had mine ...”
    “That’s why I approached you through him. You have a tie to him.”
    “Yes.”
    “I have known Eric Northman for a long time. I thought you would come if he asked you to. Did I do wrong?”
    I was startled at this appeal. “No, sir,” I said. “I don’t think I’d have come if he hadn’t told me it was okay. He wouldn’t have brought me if he hadn’t trusted you.... At least, I don’t think so.”
    “Do you want me to kill him? End the tie?”
    “No!” I said, getting kind of excited in a bad way. “No!”
    A few people actually glanced at us for the first time, hearing my agitation despite my great-grandfather’s don’t-look influence.
    “The other boyfriend,” Niall said, and took another bite of his salmon. “Who is he and when did he vanish?”
    “Quinn the weretiger,” I said. “He’s been gone since the explosion in Rhodes. He was hurt, but I saw him afterward.”
    “I heard about the Pyramid,” Niall said. “You were there?”
    I told him about it, and my newly discovered great-grandfather listened with a refreshing lack of judgment. He was neither horrified nor appalled, and he didn’t feel sorry for me. I really liked that.
    While I talked, I had a chance to regroup my emotions. “You know what?” I said when there was a natural pause. “Don’t look for Quinn. He knows where I am, and he’s got my number.” In more ways than one, I thought sourly. “He’ll show up when he feels like he can, I guess. Or not.”
    “But that leaves me with nothing to do as a gift for you,” my great-grandfather said.
    “Just give me a raincheck,” I said, smiling, and then had to explain the term to him. “Something’ll come up. Am I ... Can I talk about you? To my friends?” I asked. “No, I guess not.” I couldn’t imagine telling my friend Tara that I had a new great-grandfather who was a fairy. Amelia might be more understanding.
    “I want to keep our relationship a secret,” he said. “I am so glad to know you finally, and I want to know you better.” He laid his hand against my cheek. “But I have powerful enemies, and I wouldn’t want them to think of harming you to get at me.”
    I nodded. I understood. But it was kind of deflating to have a brand-new relative and be forbidden to talk about him. Niall’s hand left my cheek to drift down to my own hand.
    “What about Jason?” I asked. “Are you gonna talk to him, too?”
    “Jason,” he said, his face showing distaste. “Somehow the essential spark passed Jason by. I know he is made of the same material as you, but in him the blood has only shown itself in his ability to attract lovers, which after all is not much recommendation. He wouldn’t understand or appreciate our connection.”
    Great-grandfather sounded pretty snotty when he said that. I started to say something in Jason’s defense, but then I closed my mouth. I had to admit to my most secret self that Niall was almost certainly right. Jason would be full of demands, and he would talk.
    “How often are you going to be around?” I said instead, striving hard to sound nonchalant. I knew I was expressing myself clumsily, but I didn’t know how else to establish some framework for this new and awkward relationship.
    “I’ll try to visit you like any other relative would,” he said.
    I tried hard to picture that. Niall and I eating at the Hamburger Palace? Sharing a pew at church on a Sunday? I didn’t think so.
    “I feel like there’s a lot you’re not telling me,” I said bluntly.
    “Then we’ll have something to talk about next time,” he said, and one sea green eye winked at me. Okay, that was