“You look beautiful.” Steve looked at Fiona with his heart in his eyes. She had never looked lovelier.

“So do you.” Fiona looked up at Steve. He was tall, slim and as elegantly dressed as ever. “Or handsome.”

“Handsome is better.” Steve took a breath. “It’s been a crazy few years.”

Fiona nodded. “I can’t remember what it was like before I met Kadogan. Now I’m used to werewolves and vampires and all sorts that I had written off as fiction.”

“I know. And you’re married to someone who has elfen blood running through their veins. I could become elfen at any time.” Steve squeezed her hand.

“I’m happy now,” Fiona said. “There’s no need to change.”

Steve held her close. “Adele is happily married to Callum.”

Fiona smiled. “It was amazing. The police were called four times, and none of it was for the werewolves. Half the family got barred from every supermarket in York and some of them are going to paying off the fines for diverting the National Grid for years.”

“Ian is happily married to Jeanette,” Steve said, gently stroking Fiona’s face.

“And the baby is doing fine.” Fiona said. “Though I feel sorry for the poor girl. Ian is going to be a very protective father.”

“Lady Freydis married Martin,” Steve said. “And Dave and Luke are still finding drunk elfen in all sorts of places.”

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“She seems really happy,” Fiona said. “And so does he. There is a sort of glow over them, when they aren’t causing trouble at the White Hart.”

“There are hundreds of skeletal hands disguised as cats roaming York and catching rodents,” Steve said. “This is causing a few problems with pet gerbils and hamsters, but it’s mainly a good thing.”

“And Darren and Jasmine have adopted two for the vicarage.” Fiona said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t settle down next.”

“An exorcist and a werewolf?” Steve said. He shrugged. “It could be worse.”

“And I think that Mrs Tuesday may be having some sort of affair with Eorl Brand,” Fiona said. “Of course, no-one has got the nerve to ask.”

“Jack would,” Steve said, “But he’s too busy getting into trouble. Did you know he got into the electronics at York Races and nearly caused havoc? Dave caught him just in time.” He gently ran his hand over Fiona’s shoulder. “I wonder what will happen with Dave and Elaine. I hope they will be happy.”

“That’s up to them,” Fiona said. “Just the same as our happiness is up to us.”

“We’ve got the White Hart which is thriving,” Steve said with some satisfaction. “And the new shop on the outskirts of Leeds should be just as successful.”

“Second-hand household wares from the house clearances of non-normals.” Fiona shook her head. “And second hand magical goods. I’m still not sure about that bit.”

“It will work,” Steve said. “Though I think we’ll see a lot of counterfeit stuff coming through in the next few years.”

Fiona smiled up at him. “And we’ll deal with it. Just as we have dealt with everything else.”

Kadogan rushed in. “Everyone is waiting for you!”

Steve looked at his love. “Are you ready?”

Fiona smiled up at him. “Always.”

In deference to Steve’s heritage, they walked into a corner of the faerie realm. A soft summer breeze blew over them as they walked underneath great stands of trees and boughs of cherry blossom. The benches were full of friends and loved ones, and a sigh went up as Fiona, in a simple but elegant white dress, walked arm in arm with Steve, to where Darren was waiting to bless their marriage and renew their vows. And for one, gentle, singing heartbeat, all was well.