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I was sitting in the foyer, trying to read a novel about angels and women who fell in love with them. The novel was great, but I couldn't sink into it. I had showered and made myself some chamomile tea, but sleeping seemed impossible.
This had been my first major clash in my own inn. I'd won, but somehow I didn't feel triumphant. I felt... spent.
Sean emerged from the kitchen and set a cup of coffee in front of me. He'd washed the blood off his face. "Hey."
"Hey," I said.
"So what's next for you?" he asked.
"Next I go on as usual," I said. "The Innkeeper Assembly may send someone to investigate, but I can hold them off. What's next for you?"
"I owe a favor to Wilmos," Sean said.
No. Suddenly I realized what was coming.
He looked at his coffee. "I'm pretty sure I know what kind of favor he wants. I thought I'd go and pay him back before he thinks something up. I'd like to see what's out there. I'd like to see Savva. Other places. You know."
I knew. I could see it in his eyes. I'd had the same look once, that exciting knowledge that somewhere just beyond the space horizon, something secret and exciting waited for you. Something you'd never seen before and probably would never see again. He'd always been looking for the place he belonged. The lure of the unknown was irresistible. "You're leaving."
"Not forever," he said. "I want to work off my debt to Wilmos. When someone mentions some planet or some gadget, I don't want to be the only one in the room who doesn't know what it is. I feel like I blundered through this thing with my eyes half shut. I want to open them and see."
Something inside me dropped. I hadn't realized how much I liked him and now he was leaving.
I could ask him to stay. He might even do it. He liked me. At least I thought he did. But he wouldn't be happy and it wouldn't last for long. The Great Beyond was calling. I knew how strong that pull was. I'd answered it and wandered around the cosmos for years before coming finally home. Time wasn't always the same there as it was here.
The words came out slowly. "The galaxy is very large. It lured away my brother. Klaus is still somewhere out there." I pointed up. "I haven't heard from him in forever. Don't be like my brother, Sean. Keep in touch."
"I'll try."
"Do you need me to open a door for you?"
Sean shook his head. "Wilmos gave me a gadget. One-way transportation to Baha-char."
"It's easy to get lost there. Be careful."
"I will," he said.
Arland descended the stairs. He was freshly showered. "I thought to stay longer, but it seems the House won't let me. I have settled my account, Lady Dina. My uncle and I were most pleased with our stay and your discretion."
Everybody was leaving. That was a fact of the innkeeper's life: guests left. New guests would arrive. I had just made a mistake of being too involved with one of them. I wouldn't repeat it next time. "Thank you."
Arland knelt by me. "I have to go, but I will return. And when I do, I hope you will grant me the privilege of staying at your inn."
"You're welcome any time, Lord Arland."
He hesitated. "I don't suppose you would join me..."
"I wouldn't. Not at this time. I belong at the inn."
He nodded. "I reserve the right to try to change your mind."
I forced a smile.
Arland walked out the door.
Sean halted. "Do I get a good-bye kiss?"
"It will just make things harder, Sean. You chose your road. You should follow it and not look back."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, turned, and walked out. I flicked my fingers. "Terminal, please." A flat screen formed on the wall and I watched them head to the orchard. The sun was rising. They had to hurry.
The inn was safe. I had done my job. All was well.
All was well.
"What are you intentions toward Dina?" Arland asked on the screen.
"My intentions are my business," Sean said.
"Mhm," Arland said. "I have spent my spare time studying literature popular with young women of this planet. One should always study the battlefield."
Sean glanced at him. "And?"
"I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl."
"Is that so?" Sean asked.
"It is."
"In that case, may the best man win."
Arland considered it and grinned. "I can live with that."
The red glow claimed him and he vanished, sucked upward.
Sean stopped. The orchard stretched in front of him. He took something out of his pocket. Reality tore in front of him like a plastic bag pulled apart. A narrow gap formed between the trees and through it I saw the familiar busy street. Wilmos' shop shimmered in the distance.
Sean took a deep breath and stepped into the gap.
Epilogue