August and Nova created a sanctuary for special children—those without families, or those hunted for what they were. A red-skinned female demon and three warlocks lived with them, helping run things. I assumed they were Nova’s family…and August’s.
Isabella stepped into leadership of their coven after Melinda passed. She and Sebastian split their time between witch business and aiding the human world.
Gwendolyn stayed with Mom when Barron was off doing his Reaper duties, and I was glad for that.
Joy and Payne tended to their dragon eggs every day, waiting patiently for them to hatch.
Prudence and Shepherd—chaos magnets that they were—kept the gremlins in check while eventually introducing themselves to Shepherd’s late sister’s family. The ones they’d managed to keep safe through the end.
Maureen baked. She smiled. Sheloved—Jackal, Mom, Dad, all of us.
Without the curse of pride, she’d softened again. She hugged our parents a lot. I liked watching that.
They all talked to me often. As if they knew I watched.
One day, I’d find a way to speak back. I’d tell them I was okay—more than okay. That I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Maybe I’d even tell them that the Devil—yes,theDevil—was a complete and utter sucker for me. That he sometimespoutedwhen I left our little home in Hell without him. That if I stayed out too long, he’d wander after me like a sad puppy with horns and a murderous tail.
I could tell them so many truths…not that they’d believe them.
But it would still be fun—just to see Luke’s face when he found out I’d spilled all his secrets. That their terrifying brother-in-law was a giant softy.
(But only for me.)
Maureen gave my parents their first grandchild—a little girl.
Then came August’s twins, a boy and girl.
Apparently, one baby was enough to trigger a wave of baby fever across the family. Even Joy and Payne’s eggs hatched. Three squalling dragon boys.
Every time a baby arrived, something sharp and sweet twisted in my chest. I’d always wanted children—lots of them.
So when the triplets hatched, I spent days doing two things—fucking Luke and then staring at him.
Hard.
I never had to say a word.
The second he got a peek into my thoughts, he had me bent over the kitchen table, legs parted, buried inside me.
He gave me what I wanted.
He always gave me what I wanted.
But when I slipped intohisthoughts…
I realized he wanted this longer than I had.
And then, our life changed again.
Epilogue
Chloe Reaper
“Shh.” I snapped my fingers at my brother.
He had a finger up his nose but yanked it out fast when he saw me scowling. Disgusting. “Don’t look at me like that. It hurts when a booger is lodged halfway to your brain!”
