Gobsmacked.
Like, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, unable-to-breathe kind of shock because...seriously?
How in the world are we in Silver Mist?
As in...the very same coastal town in Maine whereOlympus Bewitchedtakes place.
As in...the same magical town where the mist never quite lifts, and the light has a silvery quality that makes my photographer brain itch for a camera.
And...look!
Isn’t that...isn’t that Panda’s Diner?
As in the same diner where Blair and Paul first—oh my gosh, oh my gosh!
I look at Devyn, he nods, and I nearlysqueal.
The couple seated at the counter isreallyBlair and Paul!
In the flesh!
I can’t believe—
Huh?
My world has suddenly turned dark, with Devyn covering my eyes from behind.
“I think you’ve already stared at another man long enough, Your Majesty.”
Oh, this man is just too cute.
When he lifts his hands, he’s already standing in front of me.
“Eyes on me, queen. This isourhoneymoon in case you’ve forgot—”
It’s my king’s turn to grunt, and my turn to surprise him as I raise myself on my toes, cup his face, and stophiswords with a kiss.
THREE MONTHS LATER
THE BALCONY OFF OURbedroom overlooks the kingdom.
Amber light spills across the landscape—always amber, always warm, like this world refuses to color-correct itself no matter how many times my brain tries. In the distance, the city glitters, a sprawl of lights and life and people who have no idea their king is standing on his balcony at midnight, arms wrapped around his wife like she might float away if he lets go.
Devyn’s chest is warm against my back. His hands are clasped over mine, both of us resting them against my belly in the cool night air...and that’s when we both feel it.
A flutter. Tiny. Impossible.
How in the world—
Devyn goes completely still...even as his hands remain on my belly.
And then...we feel it again.
A kick.
From within me.
We move at the same time, Devyn spinning me around even as I’m also quickly turning to face him—
