Dead As A Doornail

The back door opened. “Sookie, are you all right?” Sam had hobbled to my rescue. His face was stiff with pain.

“Shifter, she doesn’t need your assistance,” Eric said.

have to tell me what happened.” He bent a little to look into my face. “I hate not knowing what I did. I’ve had a life longer than you can even imagine, and I remember every second of it, except for those days I spent with you.”

didn’t spit in the screwdriver, either. That was beneath me, I told myself.

Also, I didn’t have enough privacy.