EPILOGUE

 

 

“I’m so glad you could meet me for drinks,” the green-haired, green-eyed being sitting across from me said with a wide smile.

We were at a paranormal café, Soprannaturale, Italian for supernatural. The owner was a werepanther from Italy. Tucked behind some nondescript storefronts on Main Street, it was unlikely an unsuspecting human would stumble upon it.

“Thank you for inviting me, Ms. Fynn,” I responded with my own smile.

“Please call me Mia.”

“Thank you, Mia.”

“I wanted to meet with the leads of Vampire Nights before filming recommences, since I’m coming in late.”

“You’re a step up from our last producer,” I quipped, though felt a stab of pain at the thought of Derek. I didn’t regret killing him exactly, but still. He had been my husband and sire.

Mia must have seen something on my face because she reached over to take my hand in hers. “I know I’m not a vampire, but as a fellow being different from most, I can sympathize with what you’re going through.”

“Thank you for that,” I told her sincerely. “I’m looking forward to no more unexpected deaths and smooth sailing for the entertainment industry in Las Vegas and for Catherine’s company, the Paranormal Talent Agency. That’s not too much to ask, right?”