"I can't believe that Zane made you a pole-dancing room," Jen says, sitting down on the couch.

"Are you kidding?" Ava says. "I mentioned getting a pole to take lessons from Sam, and he practically raced to dismantle the guest room. This was all his idea."

It's an impressive space. There's a wide platform of dark stained wood with a pole in the center and two tall mirrors take up most of the wall on one side. Jen is seated on a black tufted leather couch at the edge of the room.

Zane and Ava are clearly loaded—not that the rooftop penthouse in downtown wasn't enough of a giveaway.

"Well it's really cool," I say. "I'm totally jealous. I'd love my own home studio."

"You're welcome to come over and use it if you'd like," she says.

"Kieran and I are actually looking into possibly renting a space next to Pike's. It used to be a boxing gym and would be an awesome pole studio and I could teach classes. If the private lessons keep going well, I might go for it."

"O-M-G you totally should do it," Jen says. "Port Charlotte needs something like that. I'm pretty sure we've reached our limit for hipster hot yoga joints. If I'm gonna have to work out, I at least want to look sexy doing it."

"Jen has a vendetta against hot yoga," Ava says with a chuckle.

"Well I mean, who saw all these people doing awkward poses on mats and thought, you know what would improve this? If they were all sweating like pigs! Like, no thank you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take off yoga pants when you're all sticky and they've suctioned to your thighs? Hot yoga was invented by Satan. It's just a fact."

I laugh and nod.

She's not wrong. There's a reason I don't dance in yoga pants. Well—two reasons.

I get started with Ava by teaching her how to walk around in heels while holding the pole. We then progress to some very basic spins, tucking her knees around the pole as she does it. After about 40 minutes, I have her try to combine a few moves.

"Oh my god, that looks awesome!" Jen says. "You're so good at this already, babes."

"You should try!" Ava says.

"Oh no," she says with a firm shake of her head. "That is exactly why I should not try. I have to watch a lot before I'm willing to attempt it."

"So I'm your sacrificial lamb?"

"Everyone starts somewhere," I say. "You should have seen my first time on the pole. I looked like I was stuck in a salad spinner."

Jen snorts with laughter and covers her mouth.

"No no, really," she says. "I'm just auditing today. Maybe next time."

"Well if you–" I start to say, but am cut off by a loud shriek and a sense of panic coming from Ava as she leaps like the floor has suddenly turned to lava.

I look down and see a spider the size of a quarter creeping toward me.

"Aaaahhh!!" I scream.

I may have faced down a horde of demons, but I'd take them in a heartbeat over creepy crawly things.

The spider bursts into flames, and—as is the only natural reaction when you see a spider on fire—we all immediately sprint out of the room in a jumble of panicked squealing.

"Oh shit," Ava says, holding a hand to her chest as she catches her breath. The three of us exchange looks before breaking into laughter.

"Did you just light that spider on fire or is Ava's house infested with fire spiders?" Jen asks. "Because if it's the latter, she's gonna have to move."

Ava told me that Jen knows that Zane and Kieran are supernatural, but apparently she doesn't know about me.

"Yeah, that was me. It's Kieran's power, technically, but I can use it when he's around. He must be nearby."

"Wait, you can use Kieran's powers?" she asks. "Oh my god, are you like Mimic?"

"Mimic?"

"From X-Men," Ava says. "His superpower is copying everyone else's powers."

"Oh, then yeah, I guess." I shrug.

"That is way cool," Jen says with eager eyes that seem to be studying me. "What's your range?"

"My range?"

She pulls out her phone and texts for a moment.

"Yeah, like... Kieran isn't in the house, right? So how close does a person have to be for you to use their powers?"

"Oh, relatively close. Usually it's the same room."

Jen's phone chimes in her hand and she reads the text on the screen.

"Kieran says he and Zane are like, five minutes away. That's like, several miles." She tilts her head and gives me a skeptical look.

"That can't be right. My great-uncle said his range is way less than that, and his powers are way stronger than mine."

"Does anyone else have fire powers?" she asks, looking at Ava. "Do I have fire powers? That would be amazeballs."

"Um, from what I know, Kieran's the only one," Ava says. "I think it's a big-deal-type power. If anyone near us has that power, I feel like that's actually very bad."

Jen's eyes narrow and she scrunches her lips to the side as she looks at me with concern.

"Okay, well we're safe here, right?" she says. "We can figure it out when the boys get here."

"Yeah, our security system up here is aggressive; Zane insisted on it."

Unease churns in my stomach, but I do my best to push it down.

After several minutes of sitting on the couch and answering Jen's many questions—most of which were X-Men related—Zane and Kieran walk through the front door.

"Hey!" Ava says, standing up to greet Zane with a hug.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks with a furrowed brow.

"Nothing, we just had a weird experience earlier and were hoping you guys could help us figure it out."

Kieran walks over and sits beside me on the couch.

"Does this have anything to do with the weird texts from Jen?" he asks. "Why did you need to know roughly how many miles we were from here?"

"I lit a spider on fire," I say.

Kieran lets out a hearty laugh.

"That's fucking hysterical." He nearly chokes on his laughter before composing himself. "Also just a little fucked up. What did the spider do to you?"

He gives me a playful push to the shoulder.

"That's not the point."

Ava and Zane sit down across from us.

"No, the point is I'm dating a cold-blooded spider murderer," Kieran teases.

"What did you mean when you said you lit it on fire?" Zane asks. "You did it... magically?"

I nod and Kieran's expression shifts to one of concern.

"Yeah, I was somehow able to do it when Kieran wasn't here. Jen texted him and you guys were really far away."

"About that..." Jen says, looking at me with an undecipherable expression. "So you know The Flash, right? The Scarlet Speedster—red suit, yellow lightning bolt, moves really fast? Well there were a few of them, but one of them is this guy Wally who falls in love with this reporter, Linda."

"Jen, what are you talking about?" Ava asks.

"I'm getting there!" She sighs then continues. "All of a sudden Linda got Wally's powers, and they had no idea why. And fans speculated that she wasn't actually the one who had the powers."

She raises her eyebrows and gives me a knowing look, like I'm supposed to be following this.

I am not at all following this.

"So...?" I ask, hoping she'll fill in the details I'm clearly missing.

"So what if someone else was around that had Kieran's powers? Someone else that was in the room, in a sense?"

Jen holds her cupped hands out and mimes a spherical shape over her stomach, like—

Oh my god.

"No, I..." I pause, taking a moment to count the days since my last period.

It's been... maybe I'm a few days late, sure, but my cycle can be unpredictable.

I open up my phone's calendar and count again.

Wait... 8 days? That's more than I thought.

Kieran and I have talked about maybe having kids at some point, but apparently it can't happen unless he turns into a woman first and has sex with a man then switches back and has sex with me. I'm pretty sure we'd know if that had happened.

"That's not possible," Kieran says. "If you're an Incubus the only way to get someone pregnant is to... Let's just say it involves some gender-swapping and the exchange of multiple bodily fluids."

"You're sure that's the only way?" Ava asks.

"Yeah, I'm sure. An Incubus absolutely cannot impregnate a human on accident."

Zane crosses his arms over his chest and his brows pinch together.

"Mate," Zane chimes in. "You aren't an Incubus anymore, you're a Demon King. And Sam isn't human either."

Kieran's jaw drops and his eyes widen.

"But I... wait..." He rubs his forehead and looks at me. "Oh shit."

I look down at my stomach and back to Kieran. A smile stretches across his face and I can sense the nervous excitement building in him. I can't help but smile back at him.

"I'm... I'm pregnant??"

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A/N: Thanks again for all the love and support for this book. I don't usually do epilogues, but I wanted to give y'all a little peek into Kieran and Sam's future. I don't currently have any plans to do a sequel, but I never say never. I'm working on a new paranormal romance novel, so follow me if you want updates! Thank you all for being awesome!! ❤️