Mercedes "Mercy" Thompson személy

Marsilia had just apologized to me. Hell must have been experiencing some climate change.

Uncle Mike looked like a worn and distilled version of himself. The Jolly Innkeeper persona was almost gone, leaving in his place a broad-shouldered, broad-handed man with reddish brown hair and tired hazel eyes.
“Uncle Mike,” I greeted him. “It has been a while. I’m surprised to see you here.”
His lips curled into a shadow of his usual smile. “Not as surprised and four times as pleased as my compatriots, I vow.”
“You’ve been reading The Lord of the Rings again,” I said, and he grunted.

7. fejezet

Adam’s pain was a roar in my heart, and I was going to make everyone who hurt him pay and pay.
It was like triage. Decision one—preserve those who were safe. Decision two—retrieve the rest. Decision three—make the ones who took them regret it.

“Nice car,” she murmured, as we passed the donor Rabbit’s corpse. “Dad really appreciates you setting it out here for him. Good for you. I told him the next time he annoyed you, you were likely to paint graffiti on it.”
“Your father is a subtle man,” I told her. “I’m saving the graffiti for later. I’ve decided that the next time he gets obnoxious, I’ll take three tires off.” I held my hand out and canted it, like a car with one wheel.
She giggled. “It would drive him nuts. You should see him when the pictures aren’t hanging straight on the walls.”

Bran put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead, then ruined it by saying, “Let the boys take care of this, eh, Mercedes?”
“Sure thing,” I said, stepping away from him. “Take care, Bran.”
I stalked around the front of the bus. The only reason I wasn’t muttering under my breath was because the werewolves would all hear what I was saying.

„Samuel told me you are going to be at a trial for the vampire.”
„He called you,” I said, outraged. „What did he do? Ask you to call him when I got here safely?”
Zee smiled at me for the first time and got out his cell phone. With oil-stained fingers he punched in my number. „She's here,” he said. „Made it fine.”
He hung up without waiting for a reply and widened his smile further as he dialed another number. I knew that one, too. But in case I'd missed it, he used names. „Hello, Adam,” he said. „She's here.” He listened for a moment; I did too, but he must have had the volume turned down low because all I could hear was the rumble of a male voice. Zee's smile turned into a malevolent grin. He looked at me and said, „Adam wants to know what took you so long?”
I started to roll my eyes, but it made the sore half of my face hurt worse so I stopped. „Tell him I had wild, passionate sex with a complete stranger.”

I shook my head. „Can't sleep with a dead man in my closet.”
„You killed someone?” asked Ben with interest.
Warren grinned, the expression leaving little crinkles next to his eyes. „Nope, not this time. Samuel said Stefan had to spend the day in Mercy's closet. I'd forgotten about that. Do you want to catch a little shut-eye at my place? No dead people there.” He glanced at Ben. „At least not yet.”

„If you were a real Indian, you could do a rain dance.”
Tony could tease me because his Venezuelan half was mostly Indian of one sort or other.
I shook my head solemnly. „In Montana, the Indians don't have a rain dance, they have a Stop-this-Damned-Wind-and-Snow dance. If you've ever been to Browning, Montana, in the winter, you'll know it doesn't work.”

„So,” said Ben after we'd been eating for a few minutes. „Why don't you like me, Mercy? I'm handsome, clever, witty… Not to mention I saved your life.”
„Let's not mention that again,” I said, shoveling spicy meat in around my words. „I might get ill.”
„You hate women,” Warren offered.
„I do not.” Ben sounded indignant. […]
I gave him a smug smile. „Anyone who's talked to you for longer than two minutes knows you hate women. I think that I can count on the fingers of one hand the times you've actually said the word ‘women' and not replaced it with an epithet referring to female genitalia.”
„Hey, he's not that bad,” Warren said. „Sometimes he calls them cows or whores.”
Ben pointed a finger at Warren—I guess his mother never taught him better manners. „There speaks someone who doesn't like…” He actually had to pause and change the word he was going to use. „…er women.”
„I like women just fine,” Warren told him gathering the last of his scattered rice into a pile so he could get it on his fork. „Better'n I like most men. I just don't want to sleep with them.”

“My life used to be normal,” I told his shoulder. “I got up. Went to work. Fixed a few cars, paid a few bills, and no one tried to kill me. My father was dead; my mother was six hours away by car—I could even manage to make that trip last eight or nine hours if I worked at it.”
“Argued with your back-fence neighbor,” Adam said, his voice very gentle.
“And watched him when he wasn’t looking,” I agreed. “Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he’d forget that I could see in the dark, and he’d run around naked in the backyard.”
He laughed silently. “I never forgot you could see in the dark,” he admitted.