Epilogue
The clock struck twelve and Charles touched his champagne glass to Harry’s with a clink. “Happy New Year,” he said.
Harry grinned and snuggled closer, his naked body warm and sated. “Happy New Year, my angel.”
Charles shook his head, but Harry reached over and put a finger over his lips. “Don’t say it. You are exactly the right kind of angel. My angel.”
Charles smiled and nipped at the finger on his lips. The odd thing was he didn’t feel like an imposter now. He still grieved and mourned the loss of his family; his men, and the pain was still there, but it didn’t crush him anymore and make him feel like he should have died, too. If he had died, he wouldn’t have been there to save Harry and Julian. His family.
The Darnleys had taken both Harry and Julian to their hearts, and J
