Beauty's Beast(47)

You and I will build from here, from this moment and this love.

She never spoke the last part, but he knew her thoughts. How did she know what he was going to say? How had he known what she was going to answer?

And then he recalled what she had once told him about her parents and how they knew they were meant for each other. His parents, too, had this connection, this way of reading thoughts and emotions by a touch.

The soul mate bond, he thought and she nodded.

“Yes.”

Behind her came a tiny huffing sound. She turned and bent over the bedding.

“Let me introduce you to your second son, Ian.” She held up the boy, who kicked his tiny legs and frowned at Alon.

“Ian? But Ghostling twins are always a boy and a girl.”

“Are they? I didn’t get the memo. And these are not only Ghostlings, they are also one-quarter Skinwalker and one-quarter Spirit Child.”

It was so. His children were of all the Halfling races.

“What will they grow to be?” he asked, full of wonder and a hope that was as bright and unfamiliar as sunlight after months of darkness.

“Whatever they grow to be, they will be loved.”

Samantha clasped his waist with one hand and inclined her head for a kiss.

Alon pressed his mouth to hers, tasting again the familiar sweetness. She was his bride, the mother of his children and, as soon as possible, his wife. He drew back to stare down at her.

“I’m the luckiest man in the Living World.”

“And in the next,” she said, snuggling closer.

He could see it now, their future. Raising babies and walking together through the centuries, for he knew that his descendants truly held a place in the Living World. Because of her, Alon now anticipated the years and also the end of years when he and Samantha would walk the Ghost Road and into eternity together.

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