EPILOGUE

Amanda brushed Kyrian’s hair back from his face as she kissed his lips. Her wedding dress and his tuxedo were piled in a heap on the floor while they were tangled in the silk bedsheets.

“We’re being awfully rude, aren’t we?” she asked.

Kyrian smiled. “Yeah, but I like rudeness.”

She laughed. Then he kissed her and she forgot everything else in the world.

“So, tell me,” he asked as he nibbled below her ear with his human teeth. “Do you miss being an accountant?”

“Not at all. You?”

“I never was an accountant.”

She nipped his nose. “You know what I mean. Do you miss being a Dark-Hunter?”

He licked her ear, sending chills over her. “At times, yes. But I’d rather have you.”

“Do you really mean that?”

He pulled back to look into her eyes. “With every piece of my heart and soul.”

“Good,” she whispered, kissing him. “Because now that you’re mortal again, the baby and I need you to be careful.”

Kyrian froze. “What?”

She smiled down at him. “We’re pregnant, Mr. Hunter. About six weeks along.”

Kyrian kissed her deeply and held her close in his arms. “That, Mrs. Hunter, is the best news I’ve ever heard.”

Amanda cupped his face in her hands. “I love you, Kyrian of Thrace. And I never want to lose you.”

“I love you, Amanda Devereaux-Hunter, and I swear to you, you never will.”

Amanda kissed him again, knowing for the first time in her life that there really was such a thing as happily ever after. Even if it did mean marrying a vampire.