Lydia took a sip of her red wine, then set down the glass on the table next to her. The book release gala was a success. “My Sandworm, My Friend” had been an instant bestseller, so she figured she’d celebrate. While Beetlejuice had been a “complicated” partner, he’d also inspired some of her best writing. Those 5 years had been tumultuous, and she had the shock of white in her hair to prove it. Thankfully they’d parted as friends, and he acted as editor for each of her books about the underworld. He demanded 25% of profits, but considering she could have comfortably retired after releasing her first book “Books & Blood: My underworld honeymoon”, she considered that fair.