Ella “What do you mean, it was a memory?” Sinclair asks carefully. “I thought the priests came to you in the orphanage? I don’t remember anything about humans attacking you in the woods.” I stare at my lap, cradling my belly and trying to figure out how to explain my deceit. I knew this conversati
I can feel his wolf fighting for control, and in the next moment he’s pulling me up onto my knees. “No, damn you. You weren’t.” He rumbles, dragging me into his arms and claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. I don’t resist, I throw my arms around his neck and let myself be taken. His hands are rough
Ella When I wake up the next morning, I feel better rested than I have in weeks. For the first time since I started hypnosis, Philippe hasn’t had to charge in during the middle of the night to wake me from my night terrors. Simply being able to connect with my mate did wonders for my state of mind,
Sinclair’s face is already on a large computer screen, and his hawkish eyes follow me the moment I enter the room. They linger on me for a long moment after I sit down, before he turns his attention to my companions. “So, I’ll get straight to the point,” He begins gruffly. “I know that you’ve all be
Ella I pace back and forth outside Gabriel’s chambers, absolutely beside myself over Philippe’s fate. I have the worst feeling that Sinclair is going to fire or demote the guard because of my actions, and I’m already preparing a furious speech to deliver to my mate if he does so. I can’t hear a sin
Philippe is still watching me, and I realize I haven’t answered him. “I think it’s part of it.” I confess. “I’ve been saying I have to find out where I came from – which is true. But in my brain finding out where I came from is one in the same as finding out who my parents were and why they left me.
Ella “Before the world existed, before there were planets or stars or even dust, there was only darkness. The darkness was ruled by a god of creation, an all-powerful celestial being the universe dreamed up to rule the heavens. He existed in quiet solitude for millennia, exploring the farthest reac
“It wasn’ her fault she was busy.” I defend, “I don’ think she woulda forgotten.” “She wouldn’t.” The woman responds decisively. “Not ever. But the damage was done. Fear and loneliness are powerful forces, and one day he decided it would be better to destroy their greatest creation. I do not know i