Epilogue
Six months later…
Pitch brought the cup to his lips and took a sip of the best coffee he’d ever had—though he drank the best coffee he’d ever had every day. Astra hadn’t once made his coffee taste bad since the incident with Bernard.
Lyra sat across from him and tapped a pen against the table. She was attending university and studying to become a librarian. Pitch wasn’t sure any library ever would hire a lion shifter, but it was what she wanted to do, and he admired her for trying to make it happen.
“These are stupid questions.”
Pitch grinned. “You say that every time.”
“It’s because they always are.” She looked up. “Did Shiro make vanilla hearts?”
Pitch pulled in a breath. It smelled of vanilla. “Maybe.”
Astra walked by their table.
“Hey, is Shiro making vanilla heart
