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
To where I can begin to feel a very real pain in front of me, radiating up towards my hands. And so I give it a little nudge, and push the gift towards it, and I feel it flowing from my hands. Next to me, I hear Cora gasp, and Conner inhale sharply, but I do my very best to not let myself be drawn
Sinclair Everyone’s head snaps up and towards the door as we hear the footsteps pounding down the hall towards the closed door of the conference room. I can feel the aggression fill the air – almost smell it, even – as all around me hackles raise and teeth are bared at the sudden noise – at what so
I frown, suddenly, at the mention of his name. But she barrels onward and I let her. “I used my mother’s gift and I healed someone, Dominic!” she says, beaming up at me. “It was so easy! I just…accessed the gift! And nudged it towards his wound! And he’s fixed! And I can do it again, and again, and
Ella I heal for hours that afternoon, long into the night. I stop and take breaks of course – for dinner, to feed and spend a little time with Rafe, to consult with Cora about our next steps – but then I’m back to it. Talking to the men to see what hurts worst, accessing the gift, holding out my h
“Is it bad?” he asks, going a little tense beside me. “Do we need to –“ “No,” I interrupt, shaking my head. “It’s a good tired – like after a busy day. But you’re right – my adrenaline was running me. It’s – it’s good. To take a minute.” Sinclair murmurs his affirmation, which rumbles warm in his