Epilogue
Dylan had lavished the scenery of the Underworld but was more than happy to be back home, even if it was with her idiot sister, Alexis. Her mother hadn't really asked what she had been up to but she seemed to be in good spirits after hitting the red wine bottle a little. Despite her obvious slight intoxiation, Dylan's mom was pleased to see that she had made curfew and Golan was going to get a scolding as soon as he arrived back home.
Golan and Dylan started talking about Tom and Golan felt slightly responsible for leaving her to her own devices.
'I would've told you that guy's a whackjob. I mean, total control freak ! Am I right, or am I right ?', Golan said, making light of the entire situation. Dylan wasn't likely to make that mistake ever again.
'I will be fine on my own terms. Besides, I've got you as my guardian, so what can go wrong ?', Dylan said. Golan felt a slight twinge in his heart and patted the lovely teenager on the head for her compliment. 'True dat. I couldn't be luckier having you as my acolyte.', he said, hoping no one else overheard. With that said, the two of them said their goodnights and Dylan tucked Golan in, making sure he was comfortable in her bed whilst she slept on the floor. 'This,', she felt, 'is the best relationship anyone could have. It's perfect.', and at last fell into a deep sleep wondering what diabolical schemes she and Golan would cook up tomorrow.
The End