"In the corner, by the shipping station." I gestured, and he deposited the boxes with a grunt. "Thank you."
He shrugged, but his amber eyes were warm. "It's for the family."
The family.Our family. Mine.
I looked around the workshop—at Selene sorting crystals by color and energy, at Azrael sketching new designs, at Lucien organizing supplies with surprising efficiency, at Darius watching from the doorway with that rare, soft smile—and felt something settle into place inside me.
This was home. These were my people. And together, we were going to build something beautiful.
Starting with an Etsy store that laundered money for a supernatural mafia empire.
Because that was just how we rolled.
