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And somewhere downstairs, Archer starts taking bets on how long it’ll be before Sally realizes exactly where the bride and groom disappeared to.

Turns out, the Devil doesn’t need to win his bride at an auction.

He just needs to get her alone long enough to convince her she’s been his all along.

Second Epilogue

Caleb

five years later

“Daddy!”

Something lands hard on my back.

I grunt into the couch cushion.

Another small body follows.

Then a third.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Daddy said a bad word!”

“I heard it!”

“Mommy!”

Three voices start yelling at once.

I roll over and find six bare feet, three sets of dark hair, and three nearly identical faces staring down at me.

Five years ago, I lived alone.

Now I can’t take a fucking nap without being assaulted by a gang of four-year-olds.

“Who started this?”

Three fingers point in different directions.

I narrow my eyes. “Interesting.”

“It was Jack,” Lily says.

Jack gasps. “Liar!”

“Daddy, she called me a liar.”

“You are a liar,” Sophie announces.

“Snitches get chores.”

They go silent.

That works.

Then Emily walks into the room carrying a basket of laundry.