Page 249 of The Sin Binder's Destiny

I blink once. Twice. Then his eyes slide over the others. All of them.

Each Sin turns toward me with something different in their gaze. Hunger. Worship. Relief. Possession.

“And for each of your bonded,” Blackwell continues, “a child. One son to carry the legacy. Each bearing a fragment of the sin they descend from. To go in order of the bond’s. Except Silas.”

Silas jerks. “Wait—except—what? What’d I do? What did I break?”

Blackwell laughs. It’sfond. “You were the first toloveher.”

Silas freezes.

“You get twins.”

He makes a strangled noise in his throat that sounds vaguely like a whimper and a gasp had a baby.

“Twins,” he echoes. “A boy and a girl? WithLuna? I—do I get to name them? Do they come out with like, sparkles? Can they prank people in the womb—”

“Silas,” Elias mutters, deadpan. “Breathe.”

“Iambreathing, Elias. Breathing is all I’mdoingright now to not collapse into a pile of blessed chaos.”

But he’s trembling. Because he knows what thismeans. Not just a gift. Not just a child. A legacy. A piece of me bound to him forever—more than magic, more than blood. A divine inheritance.

My gaze drifts toward Riven, who hasn’t moved. His eyes arelockedon mine—dark, steady, burning like he’s already undressing me with his mind, already mapping out the shape of our future son in the space between now and eternity.

Because he was the first to bond.

And I know that look.

It’sclaiming.

He steps forward, doesn’t ask, doesn’t speak. Just touches my wrist, fingers warm, and I feel the bond between usthrumming. Sharpening. Coiling inward like it’s preparing to split open and make something new. Somethingalive.

“Riven,” I whisper.

His voice is rough. “You feel that?”

I nod.

“That’s what creation feels like when it begins inside you.”

Silas practically topples backward into the couch with a dramatic moan. “Holyfuck. Someonetranqme. I can't—”

Lucien is silent, arms crossed, jaw clenched. But his eyes—gods, his eyes arestarving. Not for the gift. Not for the reward.

Forme.

And it hits me then.

This wasn’t about completing a curse. This was about choosing them. Binding to them fully. And now—now the order begins.

Riven steps behind me. His mouth brushes my neck, reverent. “I’ve waited since the beginning of time.”

His hand finds my hip. My breath shudders.

“And I’ll wait again. As long as it takes. But youwillbe mine first.”

Silas flops dramatically across my lap. “Me next though, right? Because if I don’t go second, I swear to all divine sparkly gods—”

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