Hank turns to me then, shocked and confused. “What?” he asks. “Don’t do it!” I say, ignoring him, my eyes completely focused on the Priestess before me. “Don’t trust him – please! Just –“ But then, I go pale as Rafe begins to scream in her arms – a noise beyond the normal cries of a disgruntled ba
Ella I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony - the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight. A nurse
“Steady,” Roger says, and I feel the car slow down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. “Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are we just going to burst in here? Or –“ But as Roger pulls the car towards the front of the building, our plan presents itself for us. Because out of th
Ella My internal screaming continues, echoing through me as I grab whatever bond I have to my Goddess mother and pull on it as hard as I can – And I’m still screaming, there, in my mind – and honestly maybe from my throat as well, I’m too far beyond myself now to know – when suddenly… …She’s
“I love you, Ella,” she says as she begins to fade from my sight. “You will always have a piece of me,” she says, reaching out hand to point towards my chest, where her gift grows warm. “Use it well.” And then, quite suddenly, she is gone. And I blink back to myself realizing that – That even
Ella The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs and start to run. I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the corner and keep running tow
_____________________ Sinclair I blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright white light stings my eyes. Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is it already morning? But then I realize, quite suddenly… That I don’t remember going to bed. I sit up, wary
Ella “Hey, handsome,” I say again, in the real world this time. A little smirk pulls on my lips as Sinclair’s eyes flutter open. We’re laying pressed quite close together in the little hospital bed, so I can see every twitch of his eyelash as he begins to focus on me. He doesn’t say anything at