Page 174 of How to Negotiate With a Nightmare

"But you owe me," I add. "Big-time."

She grins. "Deal."

Nana drifts closer, peers at the baby. "She's going to be powerful. I can feel it."

Obviously,Nightmare says smugly.She's a Nightshade and a Thornrose. She's going to be unstoppable.

Eryx's arm wraps around me, careful not to jostle the baby. "What should we name her?"

I look down at our daughter—this tiny, perfect thing we made. This choice we made together.

"Rose," I whisper. "Her name is Rose."

Perfect,Nightmare purrs.Our little thorn.

Eryx kisses my temple. "Rose," he agrees.

And for one moment, despite Dallas's curse and Nana's cryptic warnings and the chaos surely coming, everything is exactly as it should be.

We chose this.

All of it.