"I can't believe I'm a millionaire now. Well, not now now, but when I get the money."
He smiles and puts his arm around me. "You've got me wrapped around your finger. My millions were already as good as yours, baby," he says and squeezes me. "Come on, let's go celebrate."
EPILOGUE
Callum
Six Months Later
The string quartet shifts into something soft and lilting, and I watch my sister step into her husband's arms on the dance floor.
Octavian holds her like she's made of glass, though we both know Keira would break his hand if he treated her that way for real.
She's glowing. Not just the pregnancy glow everyone keeps mentioning, though at four months along there's definitely that, but something deeper. Something I haven't seen on her face since we were kids, before our world became what it is now.
"She looks happy."
Zaria's voice pulls my attention. She's standing beside me, watching the newlyweds. Six months, and countless days working with her at Shadowharbor, and I'm not used to seeing her like this. So relaxed and confident again.
The shadows under her eyes have faded. The way she flinches at sudden movements is gone, and she sleeps through the night now. Most nights, curled against my chest like she belongs there.
Because she does.
"She is happy," I say, sliding my arm around Zaria's waist and pulling her closer. "Octavian's good for her."
"Mmm." Zaria leans into me. "I still can't believe she's pregnant. Keira, a mother."
"God help that child."
Zaria laughs, bright and genuine, and the sound hits me somewhere deep in my chest. I've become addicted to making her laugh. To watching the way her whole face transforms, how her eyes crinkle at the corners, how she sometimes snorts when something catches her off guard. The woman who couldn't meet my gaze now throws her head back and laughs like the world hasn't tried to break her.
Across the tent, Declan catches my eye and raises his glass in a mock toast. Lyra is tucked under his arm, her dark hair twisted up in something elaborate that probably took hours. She's talking animatedly to Enzo's wife, gesturing with her free hand while Declan looks around.
My mother holds court at a table near the head, surrounded by a group of people, all eager to hear whatever story she's telling. The grief hasn't left her entirely. I don't think it ever will. But she's laughing at something Mrs. Callahan said, and when she catches me looking, she smiles.
The darkness has lifted. Not entirely, not completely, but the suffocating weight that settled over this family when my fatherdied, when the Morrígan Order was hunting us, when every day felt like we were drowning...
That's gone.
Shadowharbor belongs to us now, and Zaria runs it with the kind of ruthless efficiency that would've made her father roll in his grave if he had one. She's dismantled half his shell companies already, redirected funds to legitimate businesses, fired everyone even tangentially connected to the cult. The woman who once told me she was worthless now commands boardrooms with the same quiet steel she used to survive.
I'm incredibly proud of her.
The music shifts to something more upbeat, and Zaria drags me onto the dance floor.
We dance for a few songs and then break.
Declan appears and elbows me. "It's time."
I turn to Zaria, cupping her face in my palm. "I'll be right back. I have to take care of something."
She looks at me, then at Declan, then back at me. "Be quick, mister. It's your sister's wedding."
"Of course."
We start walking back toward the house.
"Look at her," Declan says, nodding toward Keira. "Our little sister. A wife. A mother-to-be. Christ, I never thought I'd see the day."
