Page 89 of Spookily Yours

Two years later…

A little tiny hand tugged at a black tail. Because, for whatever reason, myhusbandthought it was absolutely adorable to continue shifting into his cat form even when we had things to do.

“Damien.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

Meow.He wiggled his butt, tail swishing back and forth as he prevented the chubby little fingers from grabbing it.

“Opal.” I sighed, scooping our nine-month-old daughter into my arms. “We don’t play with Daddy.”

I heard a chuckling sound and the padding of feet coming from our room.

“What—” I looked at Damien, and then at the black cat at our daughter’s feet. “If you’re not… Then…”

Opal giggled as the cat brushed against her legs, her dark curls bouncing from the motion. She’d gotten his hair, long and thick and black as night. But she had my bright green eyes, and of course—my fondness for cats.

I’d never gotten around to getting another familiar after Damien turned out tonotbe a cat, but I didn’t mind. The two-for-one special I’d gotten with my feline companion also being my mate, had worked out pretty well.

And when our little bundle of joy had come, I’d knew our family was perfect.

The spring after we’d met, I’d spent a week unable to keep anything down, and when Luna had come for a visit, she’d taken one look at me and sheknew.Even before I did. A fact that never ceased to irritate me.

Leveling a glare at my husband, I crossed my arms over my chest. I might have loved him, but I was also peeved at him. “Why, exactly, is there a strange cat in my house?”

He leaned down, kissing me on the lips gently. “Hello to you too, Wil.”

I ran my fingers over the wedding band on his left hand. We’d gotten married a year ago, in a small ceremony held in the town’s gazebo. I’d been six months pregnant at the time, but we hadn’t wanted to wait.

After Opal had been born, we’d had a second ceremony—this time in the demon realm, but with a lot more fanfare.

All I’d cared about was the man at the end of the aisle and the tiny baby who’d slept in her aunt’s arms. The rest of it didn’t matter.

“Are we just… ignoring that?” I waved at the strange cat.

“Oh, Zain just wanted to drop in and say hello,” he said, grinning. “He brought Opal a friend.”

“Zain’s here?” My eyes lit up. “Did he bring Luna with him?”

Damien brushed his nose against mine. “Of course he did.”

But before I could let myself relax into the gesture, I raised an eyebrow, looking back at the cat.

“Relax.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “She’sjusta cat, I promise.”

Better be,I sent the thought through our bond.Or you’re on the couch tonight.I didn’t need any more demons masquerading as cats in our lives.

Damien was enough.He was more than enough. He was everything.

He smirked, holding out a hand. “Shall we?”

“What do you think, Opal? Want to go visit Auntie Luna?”

My baby girl gave me a big, toothy grin, and I happily scooped her up into my arms, placing kisses all over her soft skin.

I didn’t get to see my sister as much these days—mostly on account of her marriage to the literal Demon King. Another advancement of the last two years, after the death of Damien’s father.

We’d both stepped back from the bakery, hiring on a new head baker and a manager.

I hadn’t realized that while I was wondering what my path was in life, so was Luna. But she seemed happy, and I couldn’t judge. Not when I’d fallen in love with a demon myself.

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