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“We’re not sure,” Allison comments, reaching for her water glass on top of the bar, and gulps down a mouthful. “It’s something we’d have to try.”

“With everything the Experiment did to make you human, maybe you’re susceptible to fae influence now,” Nikolai adds.

My stomach drops; he could be right. “What about Tristan? It could be different for him as well, right? Because he was born fae?”

“Again,” Allison offers, “we won’t know until we try.”

Tristan places his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. “It has to be our choice. We’re not going to do this if it’s not what you want.”

I nod slowly, wishing I could read his emotions right now. “What do you want?” I ask in a quiet tone.

His eyes flick between mine. “I only want you.”

Tristan took a tremendous risk and became human for me, to live a life withme, because he knew I was no longer immortal, and the idea of us not being together wasn’t an option. He took a chance to be with me. It’s time I take a chance to be with him.

“Okay,” I say after what feels like an eternity of silence. “Let’s start our life together.”

Epilogue

Two Years Later…

Sunday mornings are my favorite.

I wake to the sound of cartoons on the television and the smell of French toast wafting through the house.

We’ve lived here for almost two years. It’s a quaint country farmhouse on the outskirts of a one-stoplight town—the perfect environment for a new family, forourfamily.

I get out of bed and slide my feet into my slippers, pulling on my robe as I head down the hall into the kitchen.

“Morning,” I murmur in a sleepy voice.

He glances up from the stove and grins at me. “Hmm… Good morning.”

I walk around the kitchen island and slide my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek into his back. “Breakfast smells amazing.” I shift around and lean against his side, stealing a strawberry out of the basket and biting into it.

He leans down and kisses me. “It’ll be ready soon.”

I glance at the TV mounted to the wall above the fireplace in the living room. “He’s still set on this one, huh?”

“I don’t get it either, but the kid loves that talking cartoon sponge.”

I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him again before I walk into the living room and sit next to our son on the couch. He was born just over a year ago. Maxwell Donovan. He’s absolutely perfect.

We watch cartoons until breakfast is ready, then I turn the TV off and carry Max to the table, sitting him in the highchair before I take the seat across from his father.

We eat breakfast, chatting about our upcoming week. I get up to clear the table just as the doorbell rings. I frown. “Are we expecting someone?”

He shakes his head, rising from his chair and kissing my cheek on his way past. “I’ll get it.”

I finish clearing the table and let Max go back to watching cartoons while I tidy up. Muffled voices sound from the front hallway as I load the dishwasher, and I offer a polite smile when my husband comes into the kitchen a few minutes later with a man and woman I’ve never seen before.

I look at my husband, drying my hands quickly and tossing the dish towel onto the counter beside me. “Are these friends from work?”

His jaw is set tight, his deep blue eyes filled with an unfamiliar darkness. “You should sit down.”

My brows tug together as my stomach sinks. “What’s wrong?”

He holds out his hand, and I take it automatically, letting him guide me to a chair at the dining room table. The black-haired Asian woman with impeccable style and flawless makeup stands against the wall, watching me while the other man with dark hair and stubble and striking green eyes sits in the chair closest to me.

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