EPILOGUE
The sleek woman dressed in a floor-length, skin-tight dress stood at the window of her luxurious office, looking down over the twinkling city lights, as she twisted a lock of her fire red hair around one finger. She was thinking of the future of her business and hoping her risk of moving would pay off.
“Madam, we think we found him,” the voice of her manservant, Pickard, said as he walked into the room.
She turned from the window and met his gaze, lifting a perfectly shaped brow in question.
“It is as you said may be the case. With all the shifters moving to Maddox, Colorado, your men checked, and he’s there,” Pickard said happily.
“Perfect. With all the shifters leaving this area and some of the vamps, my client list has dropped exponentially. I think it’s time for me to mee
