Epilogue

Willow couldn’t stop laughing. She couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard at Vander and Feno bantering back and forth between each other. She glanced over at Faye, Vander’s mate, and shook her head.

“I think Vander lives to ruffle Feno’s feathers,” Faye said, wiping the tears from her face.

“I know,” Willow agreed and wiped her own tears of laughter away.

She had finally met her sister-in-law, and they’d instantly hit it off. They had no choice. Mated to the two Kelmyar brothers, they needed to have each other’s backs.

“Do you think they’ll get it?” Faye tilted her head to the side.

“I don’t know. The instructions didn’t look that hard.” Willow shrugged and leaned against the doorjamb of the nursery for Vander and Faye’s child. The baby was due any moment, and the brothers were struggling, trying to put the furniture together. “Why didn’t they just pay for someone to deliver it?”

“Because humans don’t know about dragons and our castles in the mountains,” Vander answered from across the room with a roll of his eyes.

The girls looked to each other and burst out laughing, uncontrollably.

“What’s so damn funny?” Feno scowled, placed his hands on his hips, and he stared at the two of them.

“Don’t you have the power to erase a human’s memories? Why wouldn’t you fly them up here in the helicopter, let them put it together, then take them back? You could then give them another memory.”

Willow’s suggestion was met with silence from the men who stared at her.

“Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?” Vander groaned, ran his hands through his hair, and looked down at the pieces and parts on the floor surrounding him.

“Well, that’s what we’re going to do,” Willow announced. Now was the best time to let everyone know the secret she’d been keeping for the past few weeks. “Feno, honey, in a few months, you’ll need to do exactly that with our nursery.”

Feno froze in place at her words, his eyes growing wide. He took a step toward her. Faye squealed and jumped in place, as much as her swollen belly would allow at the news.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asked and scooped her up in his arms.

She laughed and cupped his face in her hands, placing a small kiss on his lips.

“You, Feno Kelmyar, will have your own little dragon to prepare for in about six months.”

“I love you, my little witch,” Feno murmured, his hazel eyes locked on hers.

“And I love you, too, my fierce dragon.”

The End