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.”
Cora My eyes flash open as I gasp, fascinated and thrilled at the having finally, finally met my wolf – who has been here all along - My mother smiles warmly at me, but when I turn to Roger I only see shock on his face as he stares at me with wide eyes. “Can you – can you sense her?” I ask, th
But, as much as I want it, I also want it to be special. Knowing my mate, he’ll want to sink his teeth into me in the back of that RV – if not before - but…no. I want something more than that. Quite suddenly, though, another question crops up in my mind. “Does this mean…um,” I hesitate, also tryin
Cora “What?” I ask, confused. I – I have a gift? I quickly search for it within myself but…it’s not there. I mean, I know how Ella’s feels – she passed it to me before, I carried it – but there is nothing in me now that feels anything like that… “Yours is different from your sisters,” the Goddes
“Why not?” He asks, and I can sense his mild disappointment. “Because!” I say, slapping his shoulder playfully. “We’re in my mom’s house – there are people that live here! We’re not just going to like, throw down here in the back of the temple –“ “Why the hell not?” he asks, looking at me like I
Ella I get tenser and tenser as the minutes pass, and I can feel Sinclair behind me likewise desperate to know what’s going on behind that closed door. A priestess comes by after a little while, offering us tea or seats, but we decline both because we’re very aware that we’re definitely not going
Thrilled, my sister nods and then takes her hand from mine, stepping back with her mate. “I do. We both do.” And then she puts a hand on her stomach, still smiling at me. “The baby does too.” “WHAT!” I shout again, laughing and stumbling forward, putting my hand on her stomach as if I could feel t
Ella That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his elbows on his knees, smiling around at us. “So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which me