Epilogue
Back at the Drunken Turnip, Sam and Lilith clinked their glasses together in a well-deserved toast. The warm glow of the big lamps cast a sparkle on Lilith’s hand and framed her signature silver ring beautifully.
All was well again.
Lilith shot her a dazzling smile. “To you.”
“And you,” Sam replied, shooting her a smirk of her own.
“Me? For what.”
“For not starting a war,” she teased.
Her friend rolled her blue eyes. “Oh, shush, you. We can’t all be diplomatic geniuses and great finders. How did you even know that’s where the rascals would be hiding?”
“Shadow feverishly barked at that spot when we arrived. And you thought hellhounds were useless.” Sam sipped from her cold beer, savouring the bitter taste of the hop. It really was the perfect brew after a hard day of work.
