The Jackal (Black Dagger Brotherhood: Prison Camp)
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Rhage’s handsome face grew sad. “I know. His dream is our reality.”
“He told me that he was building this to house everyone he loved. To give them a safe haven to raise their families in. He told me he felt like it was his legacy to leave the world.”
Rhage rubbed his eyes as if they were stinging. “Yeah. Much as I doubted him at the time. . . it did come true. Just too late for him to enjoy it.”
As the Brother seemed overcome with emotion, Jack put an arm around the male’s thick shoulders. “Come. Let’s go join them, shall we?”
“Good plan.” Rhage took a deep breath. “Great plan, actually.”
Together, they walked toward the dining room.
“Say,” the Brother intoned, “I have a craving for some ice cream. You want to join me?”
“I happen to love ice cream, as it turns out. I had my first taste of it last evening.”
“Isn’t it the best?” Rhage made mmmmm noises. “And I’m happy to share my stash with my newfound brother. No more Rocky Road for me, though. I’m sticking with vanilla.”
Entering the dining room, there was an instantaneous cheer, and the two of them were promptly overwhelmed by their mates, their family—and on Jack’s side, so many new friends.
And soon thereafter . . . much dessert.
With so many thanks to the readers of the Black Dagger Brotherhood books! This has been a long, marvelous, exciting journey, and I can’t wait to see what happens next in this world we all love. I’d also like to thank Meg Ruley, Rebecca Scherer, and everyone at JRA, and Hannah Braaten, Andrew Nguyen, Jennifer Bergstrom, Jennifer Long, and the entire family at Gallery Books and Simon & Schuster.
To Team Waud, I love you all. Truly. And as always, everything I do is with love to, and adoration for, both my family of origin and of adoption.
Oh, and thank you to Naamah, my Writer Dog II, who works as hard as I do on my books—and the Archieball!