Ella “I’m glad we did that,” I say later that afternoon as Sinclair pulls our car around to the front entrance of the palace. “I couldn’t stand to say goodbye to that house if it was to a stranger. Too many memories there.” “I agree,” Sinclair says, parking directly out front in what feels…well, f
“I know,” he says, laughing and reaching for my hand, which I give him. “But I don’t want to…giveyou tasks, or tell me how to help me. I want you to pick your own projects. Your instincts are excellent, Ella. I have my own ideas about how to help the people of this nation, both human and wolf alike.
Ella Our first night in the palace is so strange for me. My two boys are sleeping soundly on either side of me – Sinclair sprawled out over our supersized bed (it’s much bigger than a King – I don’t even know if they have a name for it anymore; we had to make a custom order) and Rafe’s bassinet is
Ella! Where the hell have you been!? We’ve all been so worried! Please come and see me – I want to hug you myself and assure myself that you’re all right. I’m at the Refugee Center – come by any time after 8, someone will lead you to me. I eagerly start to type out my reply but, before I get far,
Ella “Ella,” Sinclair says, snapping his face back to mine, still pissed as hell at my suggestion that I’m bringing Rafe with me to the Refugee Center. “It istoodangerous – I willnotlet you put both of you in harm’s way like that.” “What are you going to do, Dominic,” I say, turning my head to t
“Oh, don’t worry too much about him,” Cora says with a little laugh as we approach the Center’s doors. “He’s got a new mate, a new baby coming along,andnew bonds with both – he’s all set.” “That’s so sweet,” I murmur, truly meaning it as I pull open the doors. But any warm and fuzzy feelings that
“No,” I say, giving her a big grin and shaking my head. “But I’d like you to please make a list of improvements you’d make to this place. Abiglist – don’t hold back, okay?” The girl glances at her colleague and both of their faces brighten, which starts a warm little spot in my belly burning. “Oka
Ella Someone must have called ahead because when we pull up to the refugee camp I see Isabel standing outside the gates, her arms crossed over her chest and a big smile on her face. I give a little squeal of excitement when I see her, my hand immediately going to the lever on the car door. “Seriou