Epilogue
The Drunken Turnip was busier than usual, but as soon as Sam set a foot inside, Lilith’s head snapped in her direction, almost if she’d sensed her arrival.
Sam made her way to the bar where Lilith was drinking her usual glass of wine and sat down on the chair next to her. The two stared at each other for a silent moment, both too nervous to speak.
It was Lilith who broke the silence. “You’re back?”
“I am,” she replied.
“Does that mean you’ve come to accept my proposal?” Lilith asked.
Sam took a deep breath before she faced the younger woman. “I have questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Why me?”
A frown tugged Lilith’s eyebrows together. “I don’t understand the question.”
“Why did you pick me? Why not someone else? What about another Warden? Your clan must have others.”
