Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

there was only one person in the entryway.
    She looked to be a few years older than me, in her mid- to late thirties. She wore her dark, curly hair cut to shoulder length. She was dressed conservatively in a tailored shirt and slacks; she looked like a business woman.
    I think she might have been attractive, but her eyes and nose were swollen and red, her face too pale. She stood back in silent invitation. I walked in, but Andre came to an abrupt halt just outside the threshold.
    â€œYou’ll have to invite me in again, Naomi,” he said.
    She drew in a shaky breath. “No. Not until he returns.” She looked at me. “Who are you and what do you want?”
    â€œMy name is Mercedes Thompson,” I told her. “I’m trying to find out what happened to Stefan.”
    She nodded her head and, without another word to Andre, shut the door in his face.
    â€œMercedes Thompson,” she said. “Stefan liked you, I know. You stood up for him before the other vampires, and when you believed he was in trouble, you called us.” She glanced back at the door. “Stefan revoked Andre’s entry into the house, but I wasn’t certain that it still worked with Stefan…missing.” She looked at the door a moment, then turned to me with a visible effort at composure. Control sat more comfortably on her face than fear.
    â€œWhat can I do to help you, Ms. Thompson?”
    â€œYou don’t sound like the kind of person who would…” There was doubtlessly a polite term for someone who willingly feeds a vampire, but I didn’t know it.
    â€œWhat did you expect?” she asked tartly. “Pale children covered with tattoos and bite marks?”
    â€œMmm,” I said. “I met Daniel.”
    Her expressive eyes clouded. “Ah, Daniel. Yes. And we have a couple more like him. So, the stereotype is present here, but not all encompassing. If you went to another vampire’s flock you might find it more like you expected. Stefan is seldom typical of anything.” She took a deep breath. “Why don’t you come into the kitchen and I’ll pour you some tea while you ask your questions?”
    There were at least ten people besides Stefan living in the house: I could smell them. They kept out of sight while Naomi led me to the kitchen, but I could hear someone whispering nearby. Politely, I didn’t stick my head into the room the whispers were coming from.
    A butcher-block table that wouldn’t have fit in most of the rooms in my trailer held sway in the center of the kitchen. Naomi pulled out a tall stool and sat down, motioning for me to take a seat as well. As she did, her hair fell away from the unblemished skin of her neck.
    She saw my glance and pulled her hair back, so I could see that there were no red marks. “Satisfied?” she asked.
    I took a deep breath. She wanted me uncomfortable, but the adrenaline rush from Uncle Mike’s was gone and I was just tired.
    I pushed back my own hair and turned so she could see the bite marks on my neck. They were mostly healed, so I’d quit wearing a bandage, but the skin was still red and shiny. I’d probably have a scar.
    She sucked in her breath and leaned forward to touch my neck. “Stefan never did that,” she said, but with rather less conviction in her tone of voice than in her words.
    â€œWhy do you say that?” I asked.
    â€œSomeone just gnawed on you,” she said. “Stefan has more care.”
    I nodded. “This was done by the thing that Stefan went hunting.”
    She relaxed. “That’s right. He’d said it attacked you.”
    Stefan talked to her, a hopeful sign.
    â€œYes.” I pulled out a second stool and climbed aboard. “Do you know where Stefan went last night?”
    She shook her head. “I asked. He wouldn’t tell me. He said he didn’t want us chasing after him if he didn’t come home.”
    â€œHe was worried about you?”
    â€œYes, but not the way you think,” said a new voice behind me.
    I looked over and saw a young woman in baggy clothes and long, straight hair. She didn’t look at us, just opened the fridge and studied the contents.
    â€œHow so?” I asked.
    She looked up and grimaced at Naomi. “He was worried that she would get the rest of us killed trying to rescue him. See, if he dies, so does she…not immediately, but soon.”
    â€œThat’s not why