Ella “Um, excuse me,” Roger says, and Sinclair and I – mutually surprised – snap our attention to him. “Obviously,” he says, pointing a slow hand between the air between him and his brother, “the question of why the Sinclair blood was desired is the only one with the clear answer –“ “Oh my god,
“God,” I say, slumping back in my chair, shaking my head in wonder. “He really thought of everything, didn’t he?” Around the table my family nods in confirmation, but Henry holds out a hesitant hand. “It is important,” he says, moving his gaze to each of us in turn, “that we all realize that this
Ella Cora blinks rapidly in disbelief and my own mouth falls open. I see Roger go tense in his chair and feel Sinclair do the same beside me. “Wha – what?” Cora asks, aghast, leaning forward to stare more closely at Henry. “The problem that is HankJ;FJA Hank? What the hell kind of problem is H
But Henry, Sinclair, and Roger don’t nod along with me. Instead, they just quietly look away from Cora, not saying the words that echo in the back of my mind as well. That Cora…she might just not want to believe bad things about Hank because she got so close to him. That if he tricked all of us, t
Ella I find Cora, a little later, in the long room th0at we’ve turned into a hospital, working hard probably to distract herself. I grimace, a little, when I see that her bedside manner has certainly suffered in the wake of her frustration – she’s snapping at patients, glaring at them when they tak
Ella Cora wasn’t kidding when she said that there was a lot to do for the wounded men. Honestly, I underestimated her – or she’s a much faster and better worker for me, because I fall into bed at the end of each day totally wiped, asleep before Sinclair can even say goodnight to me. The boys are b
“If only we all had a little bit of the goddess blood,” I murmur, looking around. “It seems unfair.” Cora looks up suddenly and blinks, turning to me. “What?” I ask, turning to her as well. “Actually,” she says, cocking her head a bit. “Well, can you, Ella?” “Huh?” I ask again, totally confused.
Ella I push my suspicions aside as I come to Cora’s side as she explains to Conner – the bright, red-haired young man who noticed that the men who attacked me didn’t transform into their wolves – our plan. “Sure,” he says, blinking up at both of us when Cora asks if he’d be willing to let me try t