The Invitation
Chapter 8: The Invitation
The morning sun painted the sky in soft pinks and golds as Harry sat on his porch, sipping his coffee. The events of last night were still running through his mind—Eric Northman’s cryptic words, the rogue werewolf’s attack, and Alcide’s warning.
"If Eric Northman’s interested in you, you better watch your back."
That was the part that bothered him the most. Harry didn’t like being on anyone’s radar, especially not a vampire’s.
His musings were interrupted by a familiar pop as Kreacher appeared beside him, holding a silver tray with more coffee and toast.
“You are brooding, Master,” Kreacher muttered, setting the tray down. “Bad for digestion.”
Harry chuckled. “Not brooding. Thinking.”
“Brooding,” Kreacher corrected with a huff.
Before Harry could argue, there was a knock on his front door. His eyes narrowed as he stood, his wand slipping into his hand. Unannounced visitors were rarely a good thing.
He flicked his fingers, silently unlocking the door. It creaked open, revealing Pam Ravenscroft standing on his doorstep, dressed in a sleek black outfit that looked entirely too expensive for a morning visit.
Harry raised a brow. “Pam. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Pam smiled—a slow, amused thing. “Eric sends his regards.”
Harry sighed, rubbing his temple. “Of course he does.”
Pam stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Kreacher grumbled something under his breath and vanished with another *pop.*
Harry crossed his arms. “So? What does your boss want?”
Pam’s smirk widened. “He’s inviting you to Fangtasia tonight.”
Harry groaned. “Pass.”
Pam tilted her head. “Oh, I don’t think that’s an option.”
Harry met her gaze, his green eyes flashing. “I don’t take orders from vampires.”
Pam chuckled, clearly enjoying this. “You might want to make an exception. Eric isn’t one to be ignored. And he’s very... *curious* about you.”
Harry sighed. “Fine. I’ll come. But if this turns out to be some kind of trap, I’m hexing first and asking questions later.”
Pam grinned. “Oh, I do hope so.”
She turned on her heel and strolled out the door, leaving Harry with an uneasy feeling in his gut.
Tonight was going to be interesting.