“How do you know?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
I scoff. “If you know, then what is he? Not that it matters, because the type of supernatural a person is, isn’t important. It’s what’s on the inside that counts, but Storm’s insides aren’t any good, so maybe his outside is better.”
“Well said.”
“It wasn’t, but thank you. So. What is he?”
Devlin’s lips pull back into a seductive smile. “What will you give me if I tell you?”
I throw out my arms dramatically. “The world.”
“I don’t want the world. I only want you.”
“Then you have me. So?”
He grimaces. “I’m not sure it’s my place to tell.”
I tickle his side. “Devlin Ross, if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll scream.”
“Fine. Fine. Storm Grayson is half wizard.”
“That much I guessed. What else?”
He clears his throat. Devlin’s really milking this suspense. I just about want to tickle it out of him. “The other half of him is fae.”
My jaw drops. “How did I not ever think that?”
“I don’t know. Why didn’t you?”
“I should have. All the signs are there except for Feylin inviting him to the castle and loudly proclaiming it.”
“They sure are.” He lifts my hand over my head and spins me. When I fall back onto him, he says, “So. Are you ready to go to bed?”
I tug my teeth over my bottom lip. His gaze flicks to my mouth. “I’m ready to be your wife.”
“Then let’s go to bed.”
41
EPILOGUE
5 MONTHS LATER
“We came as soon as we heard,” I tell Mama, dropping my purse on a chair. “How is Addison?”
“The doctor’s with her now,” she says, nodding to the closed door.
“And Feylin?”
“He’s inside.”
I exhale. “Good.”
Devlin slides up behind me and wraps a hand around my waist. “Is there anything you need, Clara?”
She shakes her head. “No. Just for my grandbaby to be born, safe and sound.”
