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"Of course," she says, sarcasm thick on her tongue, "why wouldn't there be a portal to some faerie safe haven behind my house? Because everything needs to be within a mile radius of my gran's home. Vampires, werewolves, serial killers -- and now, faerie doorways. I should just turn the place into a wayward in."
Sookie took the tea from him, but sat the glass down beside herself so she could drop her face into her hands. God, why couldn't they all just leave her house and her land alone?