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I hoped I never had to see a day without her, but I knew that even forever wouldn’t be long enough to be with her. To love her. To love the lives we were creating together. The little bundles of us that rested in front of us.

Our future was as vast as the night sky, unfurling in front of us. All we had to do was reach out and take it.

Between her light and my dark, we were a match made in the stars. Two beings, perfectly balanced.Harmony.

And now, there wasn’t just one light in my life anymore—there were three.

extended epilogue

LUNA

What do you think, Luna?”

“Hm?” I looked over at my sister, Willow, who was bouncing their one-year-old daughter on her knee. Opal giggled her dark head of hair just like her dad’s bobbing with the movement.

She poked my arm. “You’re distracted again.”

“Well, who can blame me?” I leaned my head on my sister’s arm, filling my nose with her pumpkin and coffee scent that always felt like a warm hug.

It wasn’t unlike the way Zain’s scent calmed me, brought me back to earth, and instantly felt like home.

As if I’d summoned him in my thoughts, my husband looked over at me, a grin spreading over his face as the little black-haired toddler climbed into his lap with a yawn. The guys were on the couch while we’d been sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

We were all gathered in the living room of the house I’d grown up in—now my sister’s house—Willow, Damien, and their little one, Opal. My family. In some ways, Pleasant Grove still felt a little like home, and it was always a breath of freshair to come back and visit. Domestic, in ways that living in the palace was decidedly not.

Don’t look at me like that,he said into my mind, his voice soft like a caress.

Like what?I thought back, doing my best to look innocent.

Like you want another one.

I only hummed in response. It wouldn’t be the worst thing, would it? Blowing him a kiss instead, I ignored it as Willow giggled at my side.

“Mama,” a little hand tugged on my sweater. “Up.”

Given that it was early December in Pleasant Grove, we were all dressed for warmth after playing outside in the snow this morning.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I said, scooping her up in my arms before kissing all over her cheek.

My daughter rested her head over my heart as she cuddled against me.

“So sweet,” Willow murmured, putting Opal down, who crawled away to play with her blocks. “Gods, I can’t believe how big they’ve gotten.”

“You say that every time you see them.”

She pouted. “Maybe because I don’t get to see them every day.” It felt like months in between visits, even if it was only weeks.

But in truth—she was right. The twins had gotten so big, turning into toddlers right before my eyes, and sometimes it felt like I could blink and they’d be completely grown up right before my eyes. I just wanted to savor these moments with my babies.

I leaned in, kissing the top of Raelynn’s head. She’d fallen right asleep on top of me, just like she’d always done since she was born.

Gods. It had been two years now since I’d found out I washaving the twins, and I’d found out a few months later that Willow was pregnant with hers and Damien’s first child as well.

Now, my little ones were big enough to walk on their own. They got into more mischief than I could have ever imagined at the palace, and sometimes, it was nice to just get away.

“You could come visit more, too,” I said, looking over at our husbands. With Damien next to Zain, it was like seeing triple. My son, Orion, was practically my husband’s little clone, all three of them sharing that mess of black hair.

Never mind that I’d carried him for nine months and then gave birth to him—he didn’t have a lick of me. Down to those bright golden eyes, just like I’d dreamed about.

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