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her slowly, one hand on my switch stars. But much of the fight had already gone out of her.
    She stood, bewildered. "What happened to me?" she asked, almost to herself. "What did I do?"
    "It's okay," I said, stopping a few feet away. "You're back with us now." I imagined a shimmering white tunnel above her head. I could feel it, open and ready.  
    "But," she stared at the path above her, torn.
    "Go, Scarlet." She deserved warmth. She deserved peace. "Go to the light."
    Fear glanced across her features, replaced with a firm resolve. She nodded to me, accepting at last. "Thanks, Lizzie."
    "I'll never forget what you did for me," I said.
    She smiled faintly and then tilted her face toward the light.
    Scarlet rose up, becoming one with it, and at that moment, I too felt peaceful.
    The bar had gone quiet as the biker witches, both alive and dead, stood watching.  
    "You should go too," I said to the rest of the ghosts.  
    They murmured among themselves, not moving. Carl shook his head slowly.
    He walked up to me, the steel chains of his biker boots clinking with every step. "I wasn't lying when I said you needed us, Lizzie." He stopped, studying me. "There's a revolution brewing in hell."
    "I know." I was going to have to face it. "But it's not your war."
    He seemed surprised at that. "Of course it is. When each of us died, we were given a choice. Go to the light or wait to make a difference."
    I stood, not sure what to say, as I looked out on the bar full of ghostly biker witches.  
    "We're your last line of defense," Carl continued, "and I don't mind saying, I think you're going to need our help."
    "From ghost bikers?" I was still trying to wrap my head around it.
    Grandma chuckled. "Is there any better kind?"
    "What about them?" I asked, as a table full of cowboys broke out into an off-key rendition of The Yellow Rose of Texas.
    One who could definitely use a shower and a shave guffawed. "Peace and light ain't what we're after."
    Obviously. "Then what are the rest of you waiting for?"
    "A good fight," said his buddy. The men at the table cheered and stomped their boots against the dusty wood floor.  
    Yeah, well I could probably arrange that.
    A tussle broke out between the outlaws at the bar. "We'll just have a little fun here until you need us." Carl grinned as Betty handed him a shot.
    "How will I know how to find you?" I looked out at the motley crew of outlaws and bikers. It wasn't like we'd be fighting demons in the middle of the desert.
    "You'll find us," he said, toasting me before downing his whiskey. "You might not need us right away. But when the time comes, we'll be here."
    "I'm glad," I said, and heaven help me—I was.

    - THE END-

Angie Fox is the New York Times bestselling author of several books about vampires, werewolves and things that go bump in the night. She claims that researching her stories can be just as much fun as writing them. In the name of fact-finding, Angie has ridden with Harley biker gangs, explored the tunnels underneath Hoover Dam and found an interesting recipe for Mamma Coalpot's Southern Skunk Surprise (she's still trying to get her courage up to try it).

    Angie earned a Journalism degree from the University of Missouri. During that time, she also skipped class for an entire week so she could read Anne Rice's vampire series straight through. Angie has always loved books and is shocked, honored and tickled pink that she now gets to write books for a living. Although, she did skip writing for a few weeks last year so she could read Lynsay Sands Argeneau vampire series straight through.  

    Angie makes her home in St. Louis, Missouri with a football-addicted husband, two kids, and Moxie the dog (who so far, doesn't talk…at least not in real sentences).

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