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Was is just me or were his eyes pleading?

Then, without a word, without so much as a goddamn breath—he turned and walked out, Leora in tow.

Logan let out a tight exhale, his eyes locked on Vic.

Vic nodded at him. “Logan.”

Logan’s throat worked on a hard swallow, his voice raw.

“Zavier.”

Wondering what Squad Six is up to in the future?

Overrun by toddlers?

Zarek and Leora now have a daughter, Raven Rivera.

Logan and Kaylan are raising their son, Elijah Bennett-Carlton.

Brace for more Kabir and Amelia spice!

BONUS EPILOGUE ONE

Amelia

THREE YEARS LATER

“No,beta…it’s Raven,” Kabir cooed to our one and half year old daughter, Dahlia. “Say Rayyyyyy-ven. Raven.”

“Way-way,” she blabbed, patting her tiny hands on his cheeks with all the confidence in the world.

Sometimes, I still wondered how we got here—how close the world had come to ending. How many people we’d lost along the way.

I shook the thought off and stepped into the nursery, leaving it at the doorway like I’d learned to.

This was new. The peace. The quiet.

A calm neighborhood in New York. Our fieldwork had dwindled. Kabir still went into the new Blackthorn Manhattan office occasionally, but mostly? He worked from home. We both did—our shared basement office in the townhouse was our little command center now.

It was calm. It was grounded.

It wasours.

He sat Dahlia down on the edge of the daybed, grabbing the tiny shoes her Aunt Kay-Kay had gifted last week.

“Time for a playdate, huh, Dali?” he said in that gentle, fatherly voice I swear didn’t exist until she popped out of me. “You’ll see your cousins, Raven and Elijah. You’ll be good for Aunty Leo, Uncle Zar, Aunty Kay-Kay, and Uncie Lo, right?”

“Lo-Lo,” she repeated, grinning.

Clearly someone had a favorite.

Kabir was halfway through wrangling her into those shoes when he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at me—that soft, devastatinglyKabirsmile that still hit me in the ribs.

“You ready,Heer?”

“Yes,jaan.” I walked over and ran a hand over his shoulder. The sapphire on my finger caught the light streaming through the window.

I’d never been a jewelry person. But this ring? I would never take it off.

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