Page 193 of Savage Reign

I didn’t need to know how she died or where. I didn’t need to know if there had been someone with her when she took her last breath.

It didn’t matter to me.

She was dead.

The last piece that was holding my past mistake was no longer alive.

And I felt… indifferent.

I got back in the car and made the long drive home. Back to my family.

Back to Mila.

MILA, FOUR YEARS LATER

I stood by the door leading to the backyard patio and watched my children play.

I ended up having four kids.

One precious little girl and three wild but sweet boys.

They were my and their fathers’ world.

They were everything to us.

And they were happy.

And safe.

And I was happy.

I smiled when my middle boy let out a loud squeak when his brother caught him in a game of tag just before he took off running once more, chasing after his sister.

My youngest was barely two and couldn’t quite keep up with his siblings yet, but they waited for him.

Or at least,mostof the time, they waited for him.

I felt someone behind me then. I tilted my head back slightly and watched as Silas came up to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He kept his beard, which still drove me crazy, and he now had a few wrinkles added to his perfect face.

“How are you, angel?” he asked, his voice soft.

I patted his arm. “Happy.”

“Good. We’re going to be happy for a long time to come.”

I turned my head back to look into his honey-brown eyes. “Is that a promise?”

“It is. And you know I never break a promise to you.”

I nodded. I did know that.

Caelan, our youngest, noticed his dad then and squealed, which in turn caused all the other children to scream as well.

I winced a little at the noise and laughed. “I think our children want you.”

“Our children are cock-blockers,” Silas said, sounding put out.

I laughed, slapping his chest. “Don’t say that so loud. Or at all.”

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