Epilogue
It had been nearly a month to the day since the battle with the demon who turned out to be Dillon’s father. Riordan had never been the kind to form an attachment toward any physical items and old memories, both good and bad, but Dillon was different. He appeared to be fine on the surface, and for the most part, it seemed like he really was. However, Riordan could see through Dillon’s mask, especially when they were enjoying some quiet moments in their backyard at home. He poked at Dillon’s left cheek and grinned at his mate when the man frowned at him.
“A p***s for your thoughts.”
Dillon rolled his eyes. “How mature of you.”
“I know, right?” Riordan responded before winking at Dillon.
Dillon could be as grumpy as he wanted to be, but Riordan was determined to put a smile o
