“Ella!” Cora gasps from the car and I’m instantly in motion, dashing for her – I haul the driver’s-side door open and am almost sobbing by the time I set my eyes on her – blood – so much blood – and my sister covered in it – “Cora!” I cry, reaching for her – but she’s moving away from me – and as
Sinclair “We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window – intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back. “The priests are not that stupid, Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. “If they can make the door disappear, they can make the wind
Then, as one, Roger and I turn towards the stairs, determined to continue the attack. The problem presents itself immediately as we start to climb, considering that there is a blank wall at the top of the stairs instead of a hallway or a door through which we can pass. When I get to the top, I pres
Ella I stumble through the doors of the clinic with immense difficulty, Cora leaning heavily and moaning on my one side, Rafe’s carrier bouncing against my other. People’s eyes go wide when they see us, but they quickly scatter out of our way to make room, shouting for nurses and doctors to come a
Hank takes another deep breath and roughly scrapes his palm down over his face, putting the thoughts together. Then he turns away from me, barking something out to the nurses about getting an ultrasound machine in here right away. He turns back to me. “Do you know how far along she is?” he asks, st
Ella I fall into a little daze as I watch Hank work, as I hold my sleeping baby in my arms. It’s not that I’m not paying attention – it’s just that…I don’t really understand what they’re doing or saying, so to me it’s all just quiet repetitive work. I do pay attention, of course, when Hank deems C
I nod eagerly to Hank and then carry Rafe over to the little computer in the corner, where I open a web browser and begin to search for the contact information of the temple in the center of our city, hopping to hell the priestesses there can do something to help. ________________________ Sinclair
Ella Rafe and I are standing behind the counter, staring at the front door of the clinic, waiting for the Priestess to arrive. I shift anxiously from foot to foot and Rafe grumbles and cries anxiously in my arms, probably picking up on my emotions. “It’s okay, little baby,” I murmur, tearing my e