Epilogue
Eden tilted her head back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun against her face, glad that this was one of the myths about vampires that was completely false. After she’d first been turned, she hadn’t gone outside until she’d absolutely had to, as she’d been too worried that she’d fry to a crisp.
“Remind me why he isn’t ripping everyone’s throats out?” Lia asked from her spot on the picnic blanket next to Eden.
“Because vampires don’t tend to actually do that,” she responded without opening her eyes.
“Then where do the rumours come from?” the other woman asked curiously. This time, Eden moved her face so that she could look at Lia. They’d become decent friends in the past few weeks, mostly due to Kem and Tony getting closer, and so Eden didn’t feel that the dryad’s questions were
