Epilogue Yas Queens
Jaxon
The party lasts for hours, and when it’s done, our friends crash around our apartment, eating pizza like they used to back when we were just students at Katmere Academy.
Everyone’s relaxed and feeling good, at least until Eden asks, “So, did anyone else notice that Alistair and the Bloodletter didn’t seem to be feeling the vampire throne gig?”
I freeze, because I had noticed the same thing. They were gracious, as always, but they looked totally bored on that stage. And they also bugged out the second the ceremony was over.
“Yeah, something was definitely going on with them,” Flint agrees, a piece of pizza halfway to his mouth as his amber eyes meet mine from across the room.
“You don’t think that’s going to be a problem, do you?” Macy asks. “I mean, we need people on the vampire throne. Don’t we?”
“So what if they get bored?” Izzy says with a shrug. “It’s not like we don’t have a contingency plan.”
“Actually,” Hudson tells her, “there is no contingency plan. Although, I don’t happen to think that’s a big deal. Who bloody well cares if a Vega sits on the throne or not?”
Izzy snorts at that, then turns to Grace. “How the fuck you could have voluntarily chosen to mate with both my brothers, I will never know. I mean, don’t you get sick of what sexist jerks they are?”
Grace’s eyes go wide as she fumbles for a response. “Umm—”
“Excuse me?” Hudson squawks, looking more outraged than I’ve seen him in a long time.
And by a long time, I mean that time two years ago when I tried to kill him, which he continues to lord over me every chance he gets.
“I’m pretty sure becoming the gargoyle Kking while my brilliant, beautiful mate reigns as queen proves I’m not sexist.”
“I’m not so sure about that, considering you’ve got a blind spot a mile wide when it comes to the vampire throne,” Izzy tosses back.
I narrow my eyes at her, because I’m almost as offended as Hudson is. “If by ‘blind spot’ you mean neither one of us wants the throne—”
“Or plans on claiming it,” Hudson interrupts.
“Then sure,” I continue, “we’ve got a blind spot.”
“That’s not your blind spot,” Grace says. The look on her face says she’s finally clued in to whatever Izzy is talking about, and her brown eyes are suddenly alight with mischief. Looks like she really is happy with how things worked out. Not that I blame her—I am, too.
“Oh, really?” Hudson lifts an imperious brow. “Well, then, please, my queen, enlighten us.”
Grace lifts a brow right back—one of the many reasons she and Hudson really are the right match—and answers, “I think you mean, my queens.”
“Queens?” I ask doubtfully. “As far as I can tell, there’s just one of you.”
“That’s what I was saying.” Izzy gives me a pointed look. “Because as far as I can tell, all this angst you’ve been carrying around about the vampire throne has been for no reason. After all, as far as I can find, there’s no rule that says any of this is based on male primogeniture.”
Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT.
My gaze jumps to Hudson’s, who looks about as horrified as I feel.
“You can’t mean…” he starts, then breaks off.
“Damn right, I mean,” Izzy replies as she passes a large, wicked-looking knife back and forth from hand to hand. “You two may not want the throne, but I sure as hell do.”