EPILOGUE

I walked onstage, already blinking despite the sunglasses. It had nothing to do with my sensitive vamp vision and everything to do with all the lights trained on me. Already this whole thing was a pain. At least Tina knew how to call a press conference; I’d had no idea.

I stepped up to the podium and faced a dozen microphones that looked like big black ice cream cones (licorice? Earl Grey?).

I cleared my throat (note to self: break that unnecessary habit) and said, “Hi, my name is Betsy Taylor, and I’m the queen of the vampires. Yes, vampires are real.

“Any questions?”