EPILOGUE
“Honey, I’m home,” Clarissa called, closing the door of the Victorian manor behind her. Despite all their work over the last half year, the sense of weird energy still hung heavy on the structure. It had, however, taken on a positive glow over time.
“Hello!” Lia called, waddling out of the bedroom and wrapping a bathrobe over her bulging belly, her cat meandering behind her and twining between her legs. “How was your flight?”
“Bumpy,” Clarissa said grimly, kneeling to scratch the kitty’s furry black ears. “If the cards hadn’t confirmed this move, I’d have feared for my life.”
“Winter in Chicago,” Lia pointed out. “I’m rather liking California Christmas so far.”
“Yule without snow seems wrong,” Clarissa replied with a showy pout, “but I’ll adjust, provided you, Brett, Aiden, a
