Osiris: The Broken Brother - Epilogue

Osiris

The sun is warm against my back as I settle down on the picnic blanket with Sophia, the grass under us freshly cut and smelling sweet. I pull out a few sandwiches and juice boxes from the basket, laying everything out while she fiddles with her teddy bear beside me.

I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life, not even when I went on the first date with Eva. Facing off against rogues, fighting in bloody pack battles—that’s the usual for me.

But this? Asking a six-year-old for permission to marry her mother? That’s a whole new kind of nerve-wracking.

Sophia grabs one of the sandwiches, nibbling at it as she watches me with those wide, curious eyes. She’s gotten used to me being around, which is a relief, but today is about more than just me being present.

I need her blessing, because I’m not just asking Eva to be mine—I’m asking Sophia to trust me with both their lives.

“So,” I start, leaning back on my hands, watching her carefully. “I wanted to talk to you about something