"The Webweaver, the Temptress," Midnight spoke reverantly. He only held Harry's hand and did not touch it in another other way. He studied the mark and the scars. Midnight nodded and with drew his hand. "Thank you. Curiousity will make a man do many strange things. Now, I am not so strange and neither are you."
As she walked into the bar, she stopped to look at Midnight and Harry. Pam smiled curled wider on her face. "Hey, Harry. Do me a favor, huh? Give Eric a message from Sookie. She misses him."