The Syndicater: A Dangerous Dark Romance (Dark Verse Book 6)
The Syndicater: Epilogue 3

On a humid evening, Kyra Villanova decided to have a tea party with her massive beast of a father.

Zephyr watched with a grin on her face as her huge, scarred, badass husband transformed himself into a total girl dad by sitting on a chair in her room that was too small for him and picking up a cup smaller than his fingers just by the tips, following his daughter’s instruction.

The best, though, were the pink, glittery stars sticking on his eye patch.

Bear sat next to her, Bandit in the corner, and Baron right next to her daughter. Somehow, Baron, the dog who hated everyone, loved Kyra and no one else.

Her mother walked into the room, standing beside her, laughing at the scene. After everything she’d done, in a rage for her daughters, she had been living with them in the compound for months, and it had been a lifesaver with her stressful pregnancy. Her hormones and the stress had made it difficult for her to carry full-term. Kyra had come out a little premature and was smaller than usual but thankfully, otherwise healthy. And during that time, her mother had reconnected with her. They were deeply bonded now.

Zephyr watched her husband play with their daughter, wondering if he would ever remember anything else. He got some snippets here and there but never much about something specific and never something about her so far. But she lived in hope.

She looked and wondered what his mother would think looking at him now. She hoped she had fulfilled her promise to his mother.

‘Rainbow?’ he called her, even though her hair was back to blonde, the same color she had met him with but he didn’t remember.

‘Mama!’ her child called, turning to replace her with a wide smile. Zephyr rushed to them and took a seat on an empty, smaller chair.

‘How’s the gray?’ he asked her quietly, knowing her struggles better than anyone. She looked at the love, the family they’d made for themselves, and locked eyes with him.

‘Gone.’

It would return some days, but there was one truth she had learned.

The grays never lasted forever.