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
Ella When Sinclair and I come into the conference room hand-in-hand, the baby wrapped up and held in my other arm, my eyes go wide to see everyone waiting there. I want, immediately, to ask if this is a confrontation again – like the last time, when they all gathered first to decide how to tell me
“Yes,” Henry says, watching me from his spot down the table. “I apologize, Ella, if the news comes as a shock. But the connection is too stark for it to be a coincidence. My advice, now that we know – and now that we are closer to having a full force of men – is to move as swiftly as we can, while w
Cora Ella and I work the rest of the morning, me making the big decisions about who needs the most medical care next and taking Rafe from her when she’s working. I watch every time she heals someone, unable to tear my eyes away from it. And while I thought I would be jealous – honestly, my sister
Cora “What?” I ask, laughing a little, thinking that he’s kidding. “What are you talking about?” “Go see your mom,” Roger continues, giving a little shrug. “Like we did with Ella, in the desert. Honestly, I think it was kind of rude of your mom at that moment to focus all on Ella and pretend that