Page 105 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

Another traitor.

“Ah bin jist fixin’ the bed,” Beau said.

“Get out!” Zeb yelled.

What? “The rope broke on the bed support. He was just helping me,” Regina explained, though why she felt Zeb needed an explanation was beyond her.

“Get out!” he told Beau again.

“Hey, you can’t order my visitor around,” Regina said.

“I can if I want to. What’s he doing sniffing around you?”

Sniffing? Zeb must be going loony tunes if he thought Beau was interested in her that way. But she liked it. “I’ll have you know, Beau is going to be a priest.”

“I was going to be a priest, too, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to screw you upside down and sideways.”

“Nice talk!” Picturing it here. Picturing it.

Then she noticed that Zeb was pulling his T-shirt over his head and unzipping his jeans. “What are you doing?”

“Ah think it’s time fer me ta make an exit.” Beau chuckled and skipped down the steep steps and around Zeb. He winked at Regina before he got in his car and drove away, tooting his horn.

“What are you doing?” Regina repeated.

At the foot of the steps, he tossed his T-shirt aside and toed off his boots. His open jeans hung on his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hair had grown out enough that it resembled one of Trond’s military haircuts. She also noticed that his beautiful eyelashes were half-mast and sexy as hell as he answered her, “What am I doing? I’m getting ready to do what I should have done long ago. I’m going to lay you down and rock your world. About a dozen times. Then I’m going to let you do the same to me. Then you could maybe show me how you masturbate. I’ve been fantasizing about how . . . never mind. For now. And I might spank you, à la Fifty Shades of Perversion, if you beg me. After that, we’ll probably get married.”

Oh, boy! “Is that a fact?” She put her hands on her hips, but she was smiling.

“Guar-an-teed!”

“You’re learning Cajun real fast.”

“Wait till you see what else I’ve learned.”

She was pretty sure it was raining somewhere.

Epilogue

As the vangel world turns . . .

Regina and Zeb were married a month later at the castle in Transylvania. It was the first time the remaining one hundred vangels had gotten together since the Final Reckoning.

Those who had not already gone on to Tranquility were biding their time on making a decision. That didn’t include Regina and Zeb, though. They’d already decided to stay in the present as humans and take their chances that they could live on the straight and narrow. If not, they had Tante Lulu to help them stay on track. They were going to live in Louisiana as honorary Cajuns . . . a designation given them by the bayou dingbat . . . uh, senior citizen. For the time being, anyhow.

Regina wore a traditional white gown and veil for her wedding. Vera Wang, no less. Anyone who dared to object to a witch wearing white might very well find themselves cursed, or so she threatened.

Zeb wore a black tuxedo, and his hair was long enough now that he could at least brush it wetly off his face. Which made him even more sexy, Regina said to one and all.

Tante Lulu and her LeDeux family gang came north for the wedding and fit right in with the wacky townsfolk in Transylvania. In fact, they stayed two extra days to take in all the sights. The mayor of Transylvania invited Tante Lulu to come back in October for the Halloween Vampire Parade, but she’d had to decline. Couldn’t stay away from the bayou on that holiday! She was planning on dressing as Elvira this year.

Vikar gave Regina away, and was heard to mutter to his wife, “And it’s about time we got rid of the witch!”

To which, Alex had replied, “Better be careful, or she’ll turn your Seventh Wonder into a pretzel.” Seventh Wonder was the name she had given his you-know-what of late. Everyone wanted to know what his six other wonders were, especially his brothers who were always interested in anything to do with sex.

Trond served as Zeb’s best man and claimed that he knew all along that the former Lucipire would end up with a witch someday. A fitting conclusion to a demonic life!

Zeb had countered that at least he didn’t have a wife who could beat him up. Trond’s wife was a female Navy SEAL.