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I stared at it. Then at Gwen. Then back at the formula.

“Uh,” I said. “I think you grabbed the wrong bag. That’s for someone else’s order.”

Gwen didn’t even look up. Just continued unpacking the food. “No.”

“No? Something you need to tell us?” Did goddesses give birth like regular people?

I pulled the formula out of the bag and held it up for Angel.

I looked at the formula again. Then at Angel. Then at Gwen, who was very deliberately looking at her food.

Angel looked as confused as I did.

But then there was a hesitant knock on the door.

I didn’t move. Neither did Angel. Neither did Gwen, who was suddenly very interested in arranging a plate of pastries that didn’t need arranging.

“I’ll get it,” Ivan said, already crossing the room. He opened it.

And there, standing in the hallway, were the kitsune twins.

Keanan and Sylas. Dressed in their usual dark, tailored clothes. Their expressions unreadable. Their auras crackling with otherworldly energy that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

And in Keanan’s arms, wrapped in a soft gray blanket, was a baby.

A very small, very quiet, very real baby.

I stared.

Angel stared.

The entire apartment went silent.

“Uh,” I said. “That’s not a pizza.”

Sylas snorted. Keanan didn’t react at all. He just stepped into the apartment like he owned the place, crossed the room, and stopped in front of me.

“Delivery,” he said.

“I didn’t order a baby.”

“No,” Keanan agreed. “You didn’t. But the boss did his part. The rest is on you.”

He held the baby out.

I gaped at him. “What?”

Angel held out his arms and carefully let the baby be passed to him. I just stood there, staring at the tiny, sleeping face, the little tuft of dark hair, the way the baby’s chest rose and fell with each breath.

It was real. This was real. A baby.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I just stood there. Watching. Waiting. Trying to remember how to breathe, and wondering what the fuck was going on.

“I don’t understand. Our part?” I asked, trying to clarify how a baby and Xavier had anything to do with us.

“He took my pact with the fae,” Angel said, then looked over at Ivan, his expression pained. “Literally.”

“You were supposed to give the fae a baby?” I wanted to know.