Epilogue
“The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and there was Christopher, smelling like he’d just fellated an Italian.”
Flora cackled that cartoon laugh of hers.
“Sounds just like him.”
It did not. Well, come to think of it, it did.
“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” Lee had slipped into his new role of flamboyant queen of the damned, ruling over us, with no effort at all. Then again, that shouldn’t have been a surprise.
“To the antique shop,” I said.
“You’re finally taking my advice, then?” He smiled at me, the tips of his fangs peeking out just enough.
“What can I say? You’re the wisest guy I know.”
And he kind of was.
They laughed at that, both he and Flora. They had been thick as thieves since the situation had made keeping Vic’s mother a secret from Lee see
