“Please, dear.” Caldenia glanced at Orro. “She obtained testimonials from the Khanum of the Horde, three Houses of the Holy Anocracy, Clan Nuan, and myself. This is enough recommendations to rejuvenate your career.”

Orro moved. His hand shot out, blur-fast. A tiny cupcake landed in front of me, decorated with a swirl of bright yellow cream and a tiny flower made from fondant. The delicate aroma of mango filled the air.

“For me?”

He nodded.

“Thank you.”

He made a harrumph-like noise and moved again. I looked down at the grocery store flier deposited on the table. He’d circled a sale on strawberries and cherries.

“I need these things. I cannot make breakfast with thin air.”

I blinked.

“And dinner. I will need these.” He flipped the page and pointed to pork chops.

“Orro, I can’t afford to keep you. You’re a Cleaver chef. I barely even have guests…”

His chest swelled, His needles stood up, making him even larger. “This is an inn. An inn needs a chef. You can’t afford not to keep me. You don’t even have a gastronomic coagulator!”

“Orro…”

“Do not speak of money to me.  If I leave, you would ruin this kitchen.  You would wallow in your prehistoric barbarism, producing inedible food and desecrating the ingredients.” He raised his chin. “I have spoken.”

He turned, went inside, and slammed the screen door behind him.

“Oh thank the stars.” Caldenia exhaled. “No offense to your cooking, but the thought of going back to it was causing me actual anxiety.”

So.  We had a chef.  I licked the icing on my cupcake. It was delicious. Mmmm, mango.

“Where is your werewolf?” Caldenia arched her eyebrows.

An hour ago Sean and Nuan Cee had walked out into the dark night. I watched as the armor melted off Sean Evans and his body slimmed down to the human form. He took a deep breath, looked at the moon, handed his armor to the Merchant, and walked away.

“He’ll come around,” I told her and licked my cupcake again, savoring the taste. “I’m sure of it.”

“Things he has seen. Things he has been through. I’ve had affairs with men damaged by war. It is an uphill battle, which, most of the time, isn’t worth the effort. You do realize this will be exceedingly difficult?”

“I know,” I told her.

“Very well.” Her Grace leaned back. “After all, this will be interesting to watch. One must do something for entertainment around here.”

I laughed and ate my cupcake.

Epilogue

The inn chimed, announcing a guest. I raised my head from my book. It was Friday night. The sky behind my windows was dark.

I had spent the past three days sleeping, stuffing my face, and sleeping some more. Nightmares came and went, fading remnants of the Nexus memories, but I knew they would and I accepted them. I knew why they were there, I didn’t have to wonder what they meant, and it made things easier. It just had to wait them out, like the pain of a healing wound.

I reached out with my magic. The newcomer felt familiar.

The still nameless cat and Beast looked at me. I made big eyes at them. Well, how about that?

A knock sounded. I got up and opened the door.

Sean Evans stood on my porch. He wore jeans, running shoes, and a plain grey T-shirt. The scars still crossed his face and his eyes were still dark with memories. I searched them for the hopelessness I had seen before and I couldn’t find it.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” My heart was beating a little too fast.

“Today is the 80’s night at the Sims Theater,” he said.

Sims was our local answer to movie and dining. It came equipped with small table, and once you ordered form a menu, a speedy and nearly invisible crew of servers would deliver your food while you watched the movie.

“What’s playing?” I asked, keeping my voice light.

“Big Trouble in Little China.”

I grinned.

“I have two tickets,” he said. “Would you like to come?”

“I would.” I grabbed my purse from the table and stepped out. “I think I totally deserve a night off.”

“Lucky for me.”

Behind me, the inn shuttered itself. It would be okay for a couple of hours.

We walked down the long driveway to where a Range Rover waited parked by the street. I liked this. I liked walking next to him.

“So what did you tell the neighbors about your absence?” I asked.

“I told them the truth. I took a job in a far away place to make some money and broaden my horizons.”

We reached the car. Sean peered at the side street and swore.

A brief wail of a siren cut through the night, and Officer Marais’ cruiser slid out of the side street and stopped next to us, facing in the opposite direction.

Oh no.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Sean asked.

“We have a movie to catch,” I added.

Officer Marais rolled down his window. “I had a five-day training session in Houston this week. I don’t like leaving my family alone overnight, so I every day I drove to Houston and back.”

“That’s a long trip,” Sean said. His voice was deceptively calm. We were off the inn’s grounds. If he snapped and Marais out of the cruiser, there wouldn’t be much I would be able to do to stop him.

“Two hundred and seventy miles every day,” Officer Marais said. “Plus all the driving around Houston. I put fourteen hundred miles on my odometer.