Quinn’s Epilogue
Quinn's Epilogue
“This is where our new headquarters will be based, that is, if you’re still up for moving to Fable Forest with me.” I gesture around the sleek, fourth-floor office space and spin in a small circle. “What do you think?”
“The Devil’s Playground?” Preacher wrinkles his nose and slides an arm around Gina’s shoulders. “I don’t know. Doesn’t feel very Frost Consulting to me.”
My face falls. “Really? I mean, my husband owns the space. If we want to make changes…”
Gina elbows her other half aside. “He’s joking. Stop. This place is perfect. We can put our own little spin on it. We do that with pretty much everything else.”
“Yeah,” Preacher adds. “And who knows? Maybe it’s convenient having a snazzy nightclub in the dungeon.”
“It’s not a dungeon,” I snort, “I’ve seen his dung—um, downstairs. It’s very classy.”
I break off, but not before Gina and Preacher’s eyes go round with shock.
“Oh, my god,” Gina gasps, laughing. “Quinn Frost, you freaky little beast.”
My cheeks flame as I make a beeline for the door. “Pretend you didn’t hear that, okay?”
“Where is this handsome devil anyway? I want to see this rascal who put you up in a lodge with no internet and no cell service.” Preacher lifts his hands to fake-whisper to Gina, “Told you this place was full of monsters.”
“He’s on the rooftop. I’ll take you so you can see where we’re getting married.”
“I thought you were already married,” Gina quips.
“I mean, where we’re having the actual wedding.”
“And this time, we’re invited, right?” Preacher’s brows lift nearly to his hairline, and I roll my eyes.
“You won’t be invited, and you’ll be out of a job if you keep this up.”
He mimes like he’s zipping his lips, and I laugh.
When we’re up on the rooftop, my eyes immediately fall to the winged demon crouched over a planter, elbows deep in dirt. Next to him, Kaiden shows him how to plant and pot the bushes and how to properly space them out.
“Hi! Thought we’d come see how things were looking up here.”
Mal turns, a huge smile breaking out on his face. He rises to his feet and welcomes me into his arms with a quick kiss.
“Hello, darling.”
“Hello, love.”
“Oh, don’t start this again,” Kaiden whines, swiping at the sweat on his brow with one arm and winking my way.
After finding a mate in Mal, the next best thing about moving back to Fable Forest is getting to spend more time with my brother.
Turns out he’s not nearly as idiotic as I remembered him being when we were teens. In my absence, he’d grown and matured — a lot of it with Mal’s help and influence.
I hadn’t known it at the time, but after I left, Mal quietly looked after Kaiden. Gave him a job, second (and third and fourth) chances, and, when he picked a fight with the wrong crowd, Mal gave him protection.
For that, I will always be grateful.
“What do you think? I know it’s not much to look at now, but we’re trying to beat the frost. And when spring comes, I think it’d make Grandma proud.” Kai slaps a dirt-covered glove on Mal’s pristine white button-down shirt.
I laugh when Mal groans. He’s still not used to little brother energy.
“I think it’ll be lovely,” I say. “Meet my staff — well, my friends, really. Preacher and Gina, this is my brother, Kaiden, and my husband, Malphyr.”
“Call me Mal,” he says, pulling off a glove and extending his clawed hand to them.
Preacher takes it, then yanks him in for a tight, spontaneous hug that has Mal’s eyes bulging with surprise and his wings twitching with every heavy smack of Preacher’s hand. “Thanks for keeping her safe, Mr. Malphyr. We wouldn’t know what we’d do without our Quinn.”
“Yeah, well,” Mal swallows down a laugh before pulling away, his gaze locked on me. “I wouldn’t know what to do without her either.”
I wrap my arm around Mal’s waist and beam at him as he tucks me in tight to his side. His hand drifts to my hip, a lone finger sliding protectively over my soft belly.
A shiver runs through me, and something tells me he knows.
I’m late.
Come the spring, we’ll be a family of three.
Then, Preacher says, “So, Quinn tells us you have a dungeon? What’s that like?”
And I choke while Kaiden groans and Gina giggles.
Mal quirks a brow at me, a curious fire blazing his eyes. “Oh, you know, it’s just another part of the Devil’s Playground. Invitation only, though.”
Everyone laughs, but that look on Mal’s face? I know what it means…
It means there’ll be hell to pay.
And I’m going to love every second of it.
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