Epilogue
A week after Fickle had shown her the truth, Sam and Shadow arrived at the Drunken Turnip for a drink with Lilith. She unwound her scarf carefully and dropped it on the seat next to her, reserving it for her partner.
With an adorable yawn, her hellhound curled under her chair and looked up expectantly.
"You'll get a treat soon," Sam grinned.
It seemed like so long she and Lilith just sat together and had a drink. Despite the nerves in her stomach, she looked forward to it.
She only had to wait a couple of minutes before Lilith showed up.
“Hi!”
A flutter danced in Sam’s stomach and despite her dry mouth, she managed to sound casual. “H-Hey.”
“You look good,” Lilith complimented. Before she could order, Brendan came running with a glass of pink wine, a beer, and a dried saus
