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“Anything, my queen.”
“There is no way in hell I’m cleaning all this.” Stress-cleaning in this monstrosity of a house would cause more stress. He yanked me into his arms and I wrapped my legs around him. “I think you’re right. It feels like home,” I murmured against his lips. “I can help pay for it.”
A muscle tightened in his jaw. “No, wife. I pay for our home. God knows I have plenty of money.”
I nipped his chin. “So do I. Mamma left me enough to live comfortably.”
Granted this place was a lot more than comfortable. It was a freaking castle; I didn’t care what he called it.
“I want to take care of you and our children. I want to be worthy of you and your love.”
“You are,” I rasped, emotions clogging my throat. “More than worthy. I have loved you since the moment I met you. It might’ve started off as innocent, but deep in my heart, I knew you were the one. It’s always been you.”
His nose brushed against mine, then his lips skimmed my neck. “You’re the light to my darkness. Without you, I’d drown in it and forever lose myself.”
I shook my head. “No, Amon. You weremylight when I was lost in darkness. You always bring me back to life. There is nothing more I want than to live my life with you. I love you, for better or worse. You are the one thing I will never leave behind.”
His lips met mine, happy tears rolling down my cheeks. Then he carried me inside and showed me exactly how much he loved me.
EPILOGUE
AMON
Four Years Later
Iwas once the bitter prince, wishing to be king. I demanded to rule it all. It was unconventional, but I was granted both of those things in ways that I hadn’t realized I needed until I crossed paths with the girl with hearts in her eyes. I was the king of my wife’s heart and the ruler of this world we had created together.
And fuck, it was perfect.
Music filled the air, mixing with splashes and giggles from around the pool.
Lanterns floated all around the yard, waiting for evening to set in so that we could all make our wishes and set them free. I didn’t know what my wife’s wish would be, but mine was eternal: protection for our family.
When you’d seen and experienced a living nightmare, it was hard not to be paranoid. It was a concept most of us in the underworld were familiar with.
Dante was grilling, or attempting to, his sidekick stealing kisses and giggles, and it didn’t take long before the hot dogs and burgers were burning. Neither of us were good at this BBQ shit.
We’d have to find an American to do it for us.
“Catch me, catch me, Papà,” Reon squealed, not even bothering to wait for me to acknowledge him before jumping into the water.
Reina sat on the edge of the pool, rubbing her swollen belly and eating strawberries dipped in whipped cream and peanut butter—weird craving—as she smiled at our son’s recklessness. Much to my dismay, Reon took after his uncle in this way. I sure hoped our next child would have less energy.
“He’s just like you,” Reina said, her belly hidden under her pink bathing suit. She was ten days past her due date and eager for the arrival of our daughter who was in no hurry to leave her mother’s womb.
“He’s just like his uncle,” I grumbled. “My daughter better have our personality.”
“I badass,” Reon announced proudly, and a groan left my wife’s mouth.
“I never say that word.” I glared at Dante who was still messing around with his sidekick. “Your brother on the other hand—”
“Oh, he’s my brother now, huh?” Reina thought it funny how I picked and chose when he was my brother and when he was hers. “Besides, my boyisa badass.” She leaned closer, smiling wide. “Come and give Mamma a smooch, baby.”
Reon slid off me and insisted I hold him as he swam to his mamma, giving her the biggest kiss. Once he was done with that, he demanded to exit the pool, then bolted away from Phoenix, who’d started chasing him.
Reon was a spitting image of me, but he had his mother’s eyes. He was perfect, but I hoped our daughter would be the spitting image of my wife.
“Oh my gosh,” Isla gushed from the side of the pool where her husband peered over her shoulders at Reina’s newest designs. “These are magnificent. When can I buy one?”
