“Did you feel that?”
We say the same words at the same time.
And laugh also at the same time as both our eyes start to sting.
“It can’t be,” he says hoarsely. “I can’t—I told you, I can’t—”
But I’m thinking of Hewhay.
Of the surprise I accidentally chose.
Of Devyn’s own words:We will never have children here.
Here.
In his world.
But Silver Mist isn’t his world. Silver Mist is somewhere else entirely—a pocket between realities, a place where the rules are different, where mist and magic blur the edges of what’s possible.
Where Hewhay’s surprises have room to grow.
Another kick.
Stronger this time.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you,” he whispers back.
The kingdom glitters below us. The amber light spills across the world. And somewhere, in a bookshop that exists between realities, I imagine Hewhay is smiling.
Surprise.
THE END
Dear Reader,
1613H (FRIDAY) 26 DECEMBER2025
Cavite, Philippines
Before anything else, a blessed Christmas to everyone, and thank you for picking up a copy of this book. Readers like you are one of our greatest gifts from God, and it is through your support that He channels His blessings and provisions, which consequently enables us to provide a safe and loving place to call home to over twenty cats, all rescues, and several of them suffering from lifelong medical conditions.
If you are new to my work, I write both contemporary and paranormal romance, and occasionally write cozies and PWF as well. I started over a decade ago in steamy romance, but I am now slowly transitioning to writing sweet romance.
My greatest inspiration for this book is C.S. Lewis, not because his was a portal fantasy as well, but I’ve just always loved how he was able to convey so much about his faith in God without actually ever mentioning His name. And so that was what I wanted to aim for with this book.
To those who have been with me throughout the years, I hope you still enjoyed reading this despite the significant difference in terms of heat levels.
Thank you once again, and I pray for everyone to be blessed with a fresh encounter with God. Hope is a person, and His name is Jesus.
Until our next journey,
Marian Tee
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