Epilogue
“All right. I think I need to retire for the night,” Mere Marie said with a regretful sigh. “After almost two days of celebrations, I’m tapped out. I’m too old for this.”
They were all gathered in the kitchen, sipping St. Germain punch and swapping almost-the-end-of-the-world stories. Rhys and Gabriel both snorted, but Mere Marie just pointed to baby Marie, who was sleeping soundly on Cassie’s shoulder.
“She’s got the right idea,” Mere Marie said, giving the baby a fond pat on the back.
“Tomorrow, we should talk business,” Aeric said, stretching and setting his champagne flute aside. “Now that we’ve defeated our two biggest enemies, I’d like to imagine that the Guardians become sort of peacekeepers… instead of constantly trying to stop an apocalypse.”
Mere Marie nodded.
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