Ella After my snack, I meet with the chefs to talk about menus for the summit, then ask to have dinner sent up to my rooms. I’m feeling too pensive and tired to be social tonight. I’m still reeling from discovering how badly I handled my troubles with Sinclair, and I’m both dreading and eager to ma
I’m breathing hard and near tears, my emotions swirling out of control. I’m prepared for the worst, and I even welcome it, anything to ease my guilt. However Sinclair simply crosses his arms over his chest, his expression dark and foreboding. For a minute I don’t think he’s going to speak to me, but
Ella Sinclair kisses me until I forget my anger and regret, until I forget why I was upset and how terribly I acted. He kisses me until I forget this is a dream, or that there has ever been a world beyond this enchanted forest. Only when my mind is so fogged with wanting that I can no longer think,
“I just don’t think I deserve to be rewarded.” I shrug, uncertain now. “I think it’s fitting that you get to have fun while I practice restraint.” “Well I don’t believe in punishments without rewards, little wolf.” Sinclair declares imperiously. “The reward is how I show you that no matter what hap
Ella “I don’t want to wake up .” I complain, still snuggled beneath the covers of my dream bed with Sinclair. “I know, but the sooner we do and get back to work, the sooner we can be reunited.” Sinclair replies, sounding every bit as reluctant as I feel. “Meet me again tonight?” I request, wonder
“I didn’t mean it that way.” I sigh, replaying my words in my mind and realizing how cold they must have sounded. “You were a human for thirty years Ella, and you’ve been a wolf for less than a month. I thought your allegiance was stronger than that.” Cora remarks, “You’re so concerned for all thes
Ella “Hello Ella, I’m Leon.” I’m staring skeptically at the strange man, not trusting this one bit. He doesn’t bat an eye and only continues as if i’m not watching him like a wary rabbit preparing to bolt. “King Gabriel tells me you’re in the market for a hypno-therapist.” I don’t respond, still s
A little while later, I’m stretched out on the couch with one hand on my belly and the other clasped in Henry’s large hand. “Don’t worry, Ella. I’ve got you.” He tells me warmly. “If he puts one foot out of line I’ll sick my guards on him.” “Thank you.” I reply, squeezing his hand. “Will you wake m