“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
Ella It takes me just a little over an hour to realize that…I hate road trips. “Oh my god,” I murmur to Cora as the vibrations of the gigantic RV continue to shake through us, making poor Rafe grumble uncomfortably. “Is it night yet? Can we stop?” “You’re being a baby, Ella,” my sister replies
“Huh,” I say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well, I guess I think she’s right. That this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I want to pretend sometimes that I wanted a simple life. “And also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not sure if Roger isn’t my
Ella The trip improves by leaps and bounds the moment we stop at the campground for the night. “Finally,” I sigh, taking a deep breath of the fresh air as I climb down the steps of the RV, my baby curled in my arm and looking around him with bright and interested eyes. “It’s good to be on stead
I can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as they stare at each other, I decide that that’s my cue. As quiet as I can, I stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse down my bond with Sinclair. He looks up at me, curious and I nod my head first towards th
Cora “They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s door behind him, the last to “disappear” from our little circle around the fire. “I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder. “Are you, little mate?” I laugh lightly at the nickn
“Roger,” I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had earlier. “Hmm?” he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through my mind. “Do you think I’m your mate?” “Um,” he says, laughing a little. “Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a stupid question, “I think we’ve mad
Ella “Really, Cora?” I say, nudging my sister with my toe. I shake my head at my sister’s naked sleeping form, pressed against her mate under the single little throw blanket that’s tossed over both of them. Seriously, how are they not freezing? “Auntie Cora is going to be so embarrassed,” I whis