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
“You did!” I laugh, gleeful, chasing my sister to the RV’s door. “You totally did! Come on, Cora! Tell me everything!” ______________________________________ We have a very cheerful morning after that, with everyone teasing Roger and Cora, and Cora blushing and covering her face with her hands a
Ella It is, indeed, a long climb. Cora and I are panting by the time we get to the top, and even though Sinclair took Rafe from me halfway through the hike I have to take a moment to catch my break when we pull ourselves up to the final level. Roger has the indecency to look a little smug about
The temple, inside, is different than the ones that we’ve been in before. While the desert temple was elegantly sparse, and the city temple was sweeping and impressive, this one is…cozy. The architecture is still bright and wide, but you can tell that women live here and treat it as a home. As I loo
Cora My heart is pounding as I follow my mother into the chamber beyond, as Roger shuts the door behind us. My mother crosses the room with ease – almost seeming to float. And then I blink in surprise as I realize that…she probably is floating. I mean, she’s here – she’s corporeal – but it’s all
My mother laughs again, snapping our attention back to her. “No, my daughter,” she says, smiling and shaking her head. “You misunderstand me. What I mean to say here is that…hmm,” she looks up at the ceiling as if thinking it through. “It is difficult to put into words…I do not use them often.”