[ Some days, Sharon doesn't like the idea of fate. It reminds her too much of Christabella's sermons during worship, something controlling and unavoidable. But then there are moments like this—finding someone she loves again and again—that makes her wonder if maybe there is such a thing as good fate. The kind even God can't touch.

When Rose's eyes soften with agreement, Sharon feels that spark of hope. Maybe this is the kind of fate she can believe in. She leans into Rose's touch, and as her mother lowers her hand and starts walking again, Sharon stays close, their shoulders brushing with every step.

She's not sure she buys into the idea that things are meant to be. It feels too certain, too fixed. But the thought of it, of this, makes her smile. When Rose begins prodding her for details, Sharon's smile grows wider. ]

He's taller than me [ she says, biting her lip as she thinks of Mayerling. She doesn't even have to close her eyes to picture him—she's drawn his face and figure more times than she can count. ] Broad-shouldered, strong... Some days I think he's more beautiful than handsome, if that makes sense. Maybe it’s because he’s a vampire—he’s got that supernatural attractiveness going for him.

[ She glances at Rose, waiting for the reaction she knows is coming, and adds quickly ] But don't worry, Mom. He doesn't bite. He’s... vegan.