Reign had done it, she had truly done it. She was indeed a demon. She’d found her way home through a portal. And in doing so had brought her daughters home too. Amethyst eyes looked over each of their faces, watching their eyes grow big as they realized that they were finally back home. Would see their fathers again…

She would see her husband again. her Creole.

And as if she summoned him with her mind his voice cut through the air. His voice was the most beautiful thing she’d heard in months. She whipped her head towards the sound. And saw him, in all his glory there.

Amethyst gaze met that of melted butter. And she held that gaze for minutes. “Creole!” She yelled.

She didn’t waste any time as she launched herself through the snow, flurries kicking up around her as she moved. She didn’t stop till she was crashing into him. Drinking in his touch and his scent.