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The boys looked at each other, nodding solemnly. “Outside.”

They raced out, Thea and Eva hot on their tail.

Nicolas groaned. “Watch her, will you?” he said to nobody in particular as he helped Daisy to her feet and scooped up his two smaller children. “We’re going to one of the bedrooms.”

“Not a bad idea,” Lola said, nudging her very sleepy mate, “We might find one as well. Come on, you, let’s have a nap.”

Dane grumbled, but didn’t argue as Lola led him out, following after Nicolas and Daisy to the rooms on the top floor of the Club, which were supposedly for guests, but Rick supposed they worked as emergency nap retreats in a pinch.

Felix yawned, looking longingly at the door, and Cassie snorted, “Come on, let’s go downstairs and find the boys before they cause too much trouble. You can convince the younger wolves to turn down the music.”

So they, too, left, leaving Rosalia and Rick alone in the low light of the fire.

“What do you think?” he asked, once more dropping his head to rest against hers. “Should we also go find a bedroom to nap in?”

“You can,” Rosalia said, her voice slightly muffled against his chest, “I’m not moving.”

“Stubborn little wolf,” he chuckled, kissing her hair.

She hummed, nuzzling into him.

As the party raged on, they caught a brief moment of stillness, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Safe and happy at last.

*****

THE END