“Well that’s okay.” I reason. “We can make up our own story. Sometimes that’s the best thing to do when things don’t go as planned.” She still looks hesitant, so I bounce one of the dolls in my hand over to her, pointing it in the direction of the offered doll. “Hmm, are you a good witch or a bad w
Ella When we return to the palace I go straight upstairs to the office Sinclair has been using as his war room. Of course, there was a war room in his mansion back home too, but that one had been for the campaign, this one is only too literal. When I walk into the tense space, I find my mate stand
Hmm, just think about how furious he’d be if you went gallivanting around Vanara and left me here all by my lonesome. I reply saucily, nipping his lower lip with my fangs. Sinclair growls and delves his tongue between my parted lips, gripping my hips and pressing me into his hardness, letting me fe
Ella “Dominic, what are you talking about?” I ask, shocked beyond belief by his last statement. Any tiredness I’d been feeling after my long, emotionally draining, day dissipated the moment Sinclair claimed responsibility for the war. Just in case, I push myself up into a sitting position so that I
“Including me!” Sinclair explodes. “I went along with the campaign when I should have just taken him out!” He clenches his jaw as if trying to hold back, then adds. “And the worst part of all is that I left my people! I abandoned them as soon as things turned for the worse. I could have stayed and f
Sinclair When we arrive at the air field, I do my best to keep Ella from feeling my nerves. As loathe as I am to admit it, part of me is still terribly afraid that my people will blame me for everything that’s happened. My angel of a mate did wonders assuaging my own guilt, but I know how grieving
As I finish my impromptu speech, I task Hugo with taking notes and Ella and I move throughout the tent, meeting with each refugee and family individually. Some are angry, as one might expect, others have problems or grievances to air about the camp or people they left behind. However the vast majori
Ella I’m on cloud nine when we return from the refugee camps. My wolf is practically crowing with her success supporting our mate in his darkest and most thick-headed moment, and even my sister’s troubles with Roger aren’t enough to bring me down. I take a quick shower before dinner, my mind swirl