Leticia tilts her head, giving me a once over. I know a lot of interesting single men—mortal and vamp—who would be thrilled to meet the Chosen One. Interested?
Why not? I’m sure as hell not doing very well on my own.
Leticia picks up the aside and grins.
Sophie gives me a hug. It’s a surprising and unexpected gesture and I find myself flooded with gratitude and relief. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to. The simple act soothes my soul like a rite of absolution.
Jonathan suddenly fixes me with a look that says he just got an idea.
“This is great.” Excitement shines from his eyes. “Anna, you could write a book. All about what happened here. We’d change the names, of course, but I’d be your editor and we…”
Leticia places a palm over his mouth. “He’s channeling Prendergast,” she says gaily. “We may have created a monster.”
I look from Sophie to Jonathan to Leticia.
Contentment. Excitement. Passion.
Magic does exact a price. Sometimes it’s well worth the cost.
THE END