Free All Together Dead by Charlaine Harris Page B

thigh. Like that. It did not involve turning your partner into an animal. I’d never worked up enough nerve to ask Amelia what their goal had been, and it was one thing her brain wasn’t throwing out.
    “I guess you like cats,” I said, following my train of thought to its logical conclusion. “I mean, Bob is a cat, but a small one, and then you picked Derrick out of all the guys who would have been thrilled to spend the night with you.”
    “Oh?” Amelia said, perking up. She tried to sound casual. “More than one?”
    Amelia did have the tendency to think way too well of herself as a witch, but not enough of herself as a woman.
    “One or two,” I said, trying not to laugh. Bob came in and wreathed himself around my legs, purring loudly. It could hardly have been more pointed, since he walked around Amelia as if she were a pile of dog poop.
    Amelia sighed heavily. “Listen, Bob, you’ve gotta forgive me,” she said to the cat. “I’m sorry. I just got carried away. A wedding, a few beers, dancing in the street, an exotic partner…I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. How about I promise to be celibate until I can figure out a way to turn you back into yourself?”
    This was a huge sacrifice on Amelia’s part, as anyone who’d read her thoughts for a couple of days (and more) would know. Amelia was a very healthy girl and she was a very direct woman. She was also fairly diverse in her tastes. “Well,” she said, on second thought, “what if I just promise not to do any guys?”
    Bob’s hind end sat while his front end stood, and his tail wrapped around his front paws. He looked adorable as he stared up at Amelia, his large yellow eyes unblinking. He appeared to be thinking it over. Finally, he said, “Rohr.”
    Amelia smiled.
    “You taking that as a yes?” I said. “If so, remember…I just do guys, so don’t go looking my way.”
    “Oh, I probably wouldn’t try to hook up with you anyway,” Amelia said.
    Did I mention Amelia is a little tactless? “Why not?” I asked, insulted.
    “I didn’t pick Bob at random,” Amelia said, looking as embarrassed as it is possible for Amelia to look. “I like ’em skinny and dark.”
    “I’ll just have to live with that,” I said, trying to look deeply disappointed. Amelia threw a tea ball at me, and I caught it in midair.
    “Good reflexes,” she said, startled.
    I shrugged. Though it had been ages since I’d had vampire blood, a trace seemed to linger on in my system. I’d always been healthy, but now I seldom even got a headache. And I moved a little quicker than most people. I wasn’t the only person to enjoy the side effects of vamp blood ingestion. Now that the effects have become common knowledge, vampires have become prey themselves. Harvesting that blood to sell on the black market is a lucrative and highly perilous profession. I’d heard on the radio that morning that a drainer had disappeared from his Texarkana apartment after he’d gotten out on parole. If you make an enemy of a vamp, he can wait it out a lot longer than you can.
    “Maybe it’s the fairy blood,” Amelia said, staring at me thoughtfully.
    I shrugged again, this time with a definite drop-this-subject air. I’d learned I had a trace of fairy in my lineage only recently, and I wasn’t happy about it. I didn’t even know which side of my family had bequeathed me this legacy, much less which individual. All I knew was that at some time in the past, someone in my family had gotten up close and personal with a fairy. I’d spent a couple of hours poring over the yellowing family trees and the family history my grandmother had worked so hard to compile, and I hadn’t found a clue.
    As if she’d been summoned by the thought, Claudine knocked at the back door. She hadn’t flown on gossamer wings; she’d arrived in her car. Claudine is a full-blooded fairy, and she has other ways of getting places, but she uses those ways only in emergencies. Claudine is very tall, with a