Page 55 of Crimson Possession

“Another Dragic,” Viking drawled, his grin widening as he leaned on the doorframe. “The family’s growing faster than our enemies can blink.”

“Good,” Draugr rumbled, his voice like stone rolling through the air. “Let them know what they’ll face if they try us again.”

Layla laughed softly, shaking her head. “You men and your war-talk. There’s two babies here.” She leaned closer to Sorcha, eyes gentle. “She’s beautiful.”

Sorcha smiled faintly, a hand instinctively tightening around the small bundle. “She’s strong,” she whispered. “She’ll need to be.”

Roman’s gaze met mine across the room, steady and unflinching. “And she will be. She was born Dragic. That’s all she’ll ever need.”

For a long moment, the room stilled. My brothers surrounding me, our mates at our sides, children in our arms. A future we’d carved out of fire and blood, but a future, nonetheless.

I thought of the wars still waiting, the demons that hadn’t been vanquished, the shadows still plotting. They would come again, of that I had no doubt. But tonight wasn’t about the war. Tonight was about us. About what we’d built, what we’d fought for, what we’d bled to keep.

Sorcha shifted slightly, resting her head against my shoulder, her voice so soft it was almost lost. “We’re not alone anymore.”

“No,” I agreed, my hand covering hers, anchoring us all. “We never will be again.”

And as my daughter stirred in her sleep, letting out a tiny sound that broke every wall I’d ever built, I finally believed it.

Not demons. Not enemies. Not death itself.

Nothing would break this family.

Not ever.