Epilogue
Ross
It had been One Of Those Days. Everyone knew the type—where the strange somehow happened, the expected was nowhere to be seen, and somehow you managed to survive relatively unscathed, but it was truly a question of how.
In other words, for Ross, it was a Tuesday.
Still, he refused to do anything strenuous the rest of the evening. He’d woken up at noon thanks to some insanity—it was nearing midnight now—and he just wanted to unwind enough to go to bed early. Yes, three a.m. was early for him. Such were the sleep patterns of the vampires.
Anyway, while he’d intended to take a hot bath, what he had not expected was to walk into the bathroom and find the tub rapidly filling with water.
Uh, the hell? Ross wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed–was this a pipe issue?
!—or what, but his alarm rose another notch when a wine bottle popped into existence, floating about in the water like it had every right to be there.
There was a note inside the bottle, clearly seen even from some feet away.
Did he dare…?
Ross eyed the bottle with misgivings for a long moment, but for once, he didn’t think this fuckery was his clan. No, this smacked of Declan’s magic. Which was not okay because they’d agreed he’d leave portal magic alone, right? Right?
He eased up to the tub, turned off the water, and fished the bottle out. With even more misgivings, he unscrewed the bottle and tugged the note free.
Ross,
I figured it out! At least, if this bottle arrives in your bathtub, I can now direct the portal’s location. Huzzah!
Thank you very much for your help. I owe you a favor in return.
Let’s stay in touch.
Déaglán
Master Mage Declan of Clan Galdur
He’d…figured it out? Wait, now he could use the portal at will?
God help them.