Sinclair I wake up frowning, knowing immediately that something is…well, not wrong, but certainly off. I reach out an arm, seeking Ella, but my hand passes over cold sheets. My frown deepens as I sit up and realize that she’s not here. A glance at Rafes bassinet makes it clear that he’s not here e
I’m silent for a beat as I try to figure out what to say, but then I just shake my head. “It’s nothing, Ella,” I respond, not wanting to add to her plate. I can see by the darkness under her eyes that she’s exhausted too. “Just…the fallout.” She nods, accepting my incomplete explanation, and focus
Ella It takes days to finish healing all of the men – long days with Cora and Hank by my side, explaining the intricate details of the wounds. We’ve found that it helps me concentrate the gift more completely when I know what is wrong – that it helps me to stitch all of the flesh together neatly i
“Are you all finished, Ella?” Henry asks. Roger stands up straight and tucks his hands into his pockets, listening curiously. “Yes!” I say with a cheerful sigh, bouncing my happy baby a little in my arms. “Everyone is finally all patched up.” “Incredible,” Henry says with a marvelous smile that
Ella “What?” Cora asks, laughing a little as if it’s a ridiculous notion. “What on earth could I have to pick and choose from?” “Let’s back up a little,” Roger says, tugging her into the room and gesturing towards one of the chairs around the table. As she settles herself into a seat Sinclair pu
“We could,” Sinclair replies, looking seriously down at me. “If I was King. Which, currently, I am not.” I blink up at him for a second, confused, and then put all of the pieces together. “Ohhhh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Because while all of the other claims to the throne within our country hav
Ella I watch Cora struggle with her choice, biting her lip and trying to figure out how she feels. My heart goes out to her now, because I know that she thinks it is an impossible ask to tell us that she wants to put a coronation on hold so that she can visit a temple. But suddenly, quite sudde
Cora sits up straight at the idea. “You should have started with that,” she says, her eyebrows going up almost to her hairline. “I was sold at ‘real bed.’ Let’s do it.” And then a little smile creeps onto her face. I let out a little cry of joy, throwing up the hand that’s not holding my baby to m