"I followed him. He'd gone back to Sookie's."

He runs at his face, releasing another shower of fine grit.

"He was going on about how he was only protecting her and she was buying it. So I asked if he was going to tell her the truth? That he been sent to procure her for the Queen. Because of what she was. That he let her be beaten. So he could feed her blood."

His voice turns silky.

It had been a glorious sight, the brutal shredding of Bill Compton's pipe dreams.