Epilogue
Five years later.
I peek through the window of our new home. A tiny vampire grabs a handful of candy and drops it into his bucket before running back to his parents. The streets are quiet now, porch lights winking out one by one.
I walk back to the living room where Kellan is sprawled on the couch, our pumpkin spice lattes steaming on the coffee table, a stack of empty candy wrappers between us.
Halloween Town flickers across the TV screen, and I curl into his side. Four years married, five years since the night he stormed into my life—and still nothing feels righter than this.
When the credits roll, I slip outside to collect the candy dish from the porch. I take a moment to bask in the fall air, the colorful leaves dusting the porch.
I turn around—
And freeze.
A huge figure fills the doorway, broad shoulders cloaked in black. A mask hides his face. But I know that stance, that presence, better than I know myself.
“Better run, baby doll,” he growls.
A thrill races down my spine. I can’t contain the giggle that bubbles out of me as I take off toward the woods, my pulse jumping with excitement.
Best Halloween tradition ever.