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
I gasp a few hours later when I see the gigantic RV that rolls up out front of the clinic. “Seriously?” Hanks says, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at it, somewhere between impressed and revolted by the extravagance. “The gas mileage on that thing must be horrible –“ “Ohhh,” I say,
“No, I need it,” I whine, pouting at him. “Ella,” Cora says, unable to keep the mischief out of her eyes even though she pretends she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I need my rest.” I sigh then, glaring at her for playing the pregnancy card. “Fine,” I growl, making them all laugh as I huff my way b