'We are still getting married, aren't we?'
Angie looked at John. He looked a great deal better now than he had about twenty hours ago, when they'd checked into the fancy hotel. She supposed her own appearance had improved also. She certainly felt much more human.
She said: 'You're not trying to get out of it, are you? Have I scared you, more than the vampires?'
'Me? No!' He was properly outraged 'It's just that I didn't know whether—after everything you had to go through—'
'After I've gone through being attacked by vampires and all the rest—after I've done—what I had to do—well, I'm not going to let them win after all. They're not going to keep me from running the rest of my life the way I want to run it.'
They were both thinking about that when the knock sounded on the door.
John looked, and then relaxed. 'It's Uncle Matthew.'
Dapper, well dressed, looking young, well rested, and healthy, he came in for once with the manner of one uncertain of his welcome.
'Uncle Matthew,' said Angie immediately.
'Yes.'
'Are you coming to our wedding? I know you said there was a problem about the date. But I really hope you can.'
He came to her. Eyes sparkling, he bowed and kissed her hand.
'I shall be there. Somehow.'
