Here’s a little something to tide you over until tomorrow. 🙂
A ball of nerves settled in Sookie’s stomach as she went to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, but couldn’t hold still. She paced the floor for a few minutes, and then returned to her bed. It smelled like Eric. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he gets killed? She buried her face in the sheets and cried. I’ll feel it, won’t I? I’ll know because we’re bonded.
She made the bed and sat quietly. She closed her eyes and focused her entire brain on Eric. A pulse of nervous energy washed over her. She took a deep breath. The anxiousness lingered, like a sustained note during the climax of an action movie. He’ll call me if he needs me, right? How would I even get to him? Stop. Focus. Another deep breath. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. The dagger, still shiny with Eric’s blood rested on top of her book. He’s been gone fifteen minutes. She picked up the knife, wrapped it in a scarf and tucked it in her purse next to her hotel key. She started pacing again, but then stopped dead in her tracks. The tension coming from Eric peaked and then relief replaced it. Sookie let out a shaky breath and smiled. She could feel him coming back to her. Fast.