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“One?” Silas scoffs. “You’re luckyIdon’t get all seven. I’ve been here since the start. I wasfirst love, okay? That’s mythic shit.”

Riven finally turns his head toward him. “You screamed when Blackwell appeared.”

Silas raises his hand proudly. “A well-timed defense mechanism.”

Lucien, just sits with that permanent shadow in his eyes, like he’s still trying to calculate the end before the beginning finishes happening. He’s looking at me, but also past me. Like he sees the years ahead. The blood. The lineage. The future monsters we’ll raise.

“I’m going to be pregnant,” I mutter. “For the nextseven years.”

Ambrose—tilts his head, watching me the way he always does. Like I’m something that could fall apart any second and hestillwouldn’t look away.

“You won’t be alone,” he says, soft and razor-sharp.

I nod once.

Because I won’t.

This is the price of rewriting prophecy. This is what happens when you bind sin to a single thread and hold it tight enough to turn chaos into something holy. The world won't understand it. The Council will probably try to crucify us. Keira is going to throw a fit. And Layla—gods, Layla is going to have to survive something worse.

But me?

I look around the room atmymonsters. The ones who tried to destroy me and ended up loving me instead.

This is our beginning.

And I am going to birth a goddamn dynasty.

End of Epilogue – Book Five“The Seven Sins Academy”

Author's Note – Thank You, You Unhinged, Brilliant Reader

If you’ve made it here—through Lust and Pride, through Silas’s chaos and Lucien’s emotional constipation, through me stringing you along with longing, violence, snark, and way too many sinful men—thenyouare the real MVP.

Thank you for devouring this dark little monster of a story with me. Thank you for loving these disasters with god-complexes and zero impulse control. Thank you for not throwing your Kindle across the room (or if you did, thank you for coming back to finish anyway). You’re unhinged. I like that about you.

I wrote this book on caffeine, late-night playlists, and the sheer power of “what if Luna justdidthat?”—and you stayed. You rooted for her. You fell in love with all seven flavors of beautifully broken.

And now? Now we’ve got immortal babies coming, Lucien smiling (voluntarily), Silas probably building a onesie cannon, and Elias pretending not to care about any of it. You helped me bring this entire messy, magical, gloriously sinful world to life.

From the bottom of my very corrupted heart: thank you. You’re everything.

Stay wild. Stay wicked. Stay mine.

Love,

L. Ford

(The conductor of this morally gray train with no brakes)

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Severin

The man reeks of parchment and desperation, and yet here he stands in the parlor of our decaying palace like he belongs. As if the walls of the Void haven’t already begun to eat at the marrow of his bones.

I recline on the obsidian chaise, legs crossed, fingers threading lazily through the stem of a half-full glass. The liquid inside it isn’t wine—it’s something far older, stolen from the alchemist ruins buried beneath what used to be Carnith’s Spine. Bitter, copper-laced, laced with illusions. Fitting.

Headmaster Blackwell’s spine is iron-rod straight, though his eyes betray the tremor he tries to hide. I could call it courage. I won’t. It’s calculation, and he’s overplayed already by stepping foot here alone.