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
“I know,” he replies, and I can feel him nodding, agreeing with me. “I’m so sorry, Ella. Never again. You’re right – it’s not worth it. I can’t keep putting my body on the line like this. Peace, now. Peace.” “Do you promise?” I sigh, hoping to hell that he means it – because that’s all I want in t
Ella We’re an almost ridiculously cheerful group about an hour later when Roger and Cora come to join me and Sinclair in his little clinic room. Roger is first through the door, his face stark with worry as he storms into the room after getting word – probably from Hank – that Sinclair is awake
“Precisely the right attitude, sis,” I sigh, leaning against my mate. “Where is dad?” Sinclair asks, leaning back into me. Roger tilts his head back towards the door. “In another room. He’s okay too but he’s…tired. And I think he feels a lot of guilt.” He grimaces a little and I do as well. Henr