Page 67 of Red and Her Dragons (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 4)

This was a perfect end to a perfect day. And I looked forward to many, many more like this.

EPILOGUE: SILAS

I sat in my chair behind my desk, staring out the picture window which overlooked downtown Boston. Drops of rain trickled down the glass, reflecting tiny, upside-down reflections of the city. The sight used to thrill me. I would find wonder in all the things that I had taken for granted as a human. But my wonder seemed to have worn out years ago. It took a lot to pique my interest anymore.

To say the least, I was full of melancholy. Every year was the same. Nothing seemed to change. There was nothing new.

The door to my office opened. Footsteps paddled in. I smelled the human before I heard his heartbeat. Which was unusual for me. But my mind had been rather preoccupied as of late.

“Excuse me, sir,” my butler said. He was an older gentleman and had been in my employ for as long as I could remember.

I dragged my gaze to him. “Yes, Michael?”

“You have a visitor,” he said, he lowered his head out of respect.

I waved the servant off. “I’m not taking visitors today. Tell him whatever it is he’s selling I’m not interested in. Do whatever it is you need to. Just make him go away.”

“I understand, sir,” Michael said. “But the man insists on meeting with you immediately. Naturally, I already tried to scare him off. He was unmoved.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Interesting. Does he know who I am?”

The butler nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I sat back in my chair and considered the new development as something I probably needed to pay closer attention to. The sudden visitor certainly broke through the monotony. Perhaps, the human would provide some level of entertainment before he became lunch.

“Very well,” I said. “Send the man with the death wish in.”

The butler nodded. “Right away, sir.”

I sat straighter in my chair and watched as the butler left, leaving the door open. I listened to the rhythm of the man’s heart as he stepped closer to my door. Interestingly enough, the beats of his heart remained even. That was odd considering humans had an innate response in their nervous systems when predators came too close. This man seemed immune to such things.

Entertaining, indeed.

A tall man with long, curly hair, and a thin beard covering his face stepped in. He carried himself in a way that gave the impression he was used to being in charge and having his commands being met. Maybe he thought of us as equals, though the thought made me want to laugh.

Not even in a thousand years would he ever come close to being my equal. But I figured if he had the courage to walk into the proverbial lion’s den, I could spare a few minutes of my time hearing him out.

Needless to say, I was becoming more and more curious about this man.

He walked to the front of my desk and nodded.

I smirked. “You’ve done your research.”

“I pride myself on knowing who I intend to do business with,” he said.

“And who are you?” I asked.

“Collin Morris,” he said.

I nodded. “Well, Collin Morris, what business did you intend to strike with me?”

“I want your help in ridding myself of some people who have done me wrong,” he said.

I snorted. “Is that all?”

He shook his head. “I want you to fight with me. An army of vampires against shifters.”

“Who was it to have wronged you so terribly that you would knowingly walk into a vampire’s home and ask for help without a single thought as to your own safety.”

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