Ella “Dominic,” I murmur, reaching for him. “No,” he snaps, taking a step away from me and shaking his head. “You’re taking this too far, Ella – I know you want to help, but Icannothave you putting yourself at risk like this!” He sputters for a moment, turning away from me and hanging his he
He’s so handsome, I think, smiling at him over our baby, who rests between us, babbling little nonsense words and grabbing his feet as he rolls around on his back.Why wouldn’t I want to stare at him whenever I can? Perhaps intuiting my line of thinking, my mate smiles back at me and reaches out
Ella I sigh, closing my eyes for a second. “I forgot all about the Atalaxians,” I murmur. “You’ve had a long day,” Sinclair replies, even though that’s not really an excuse. Not for a Queen, who needs to balance it all. I take a moment to collect my thoughts before opening my eyes and l
“Really,” he says, surprised. “What happened?” And then he lets me go, moving to the door to twist the lock and then taking my hand, leading me into the kitchen where I’m sure that there’s some kind of takeout waiting for me. “We went to the refugee camp, the one with the wolves,” I tell him, sm
Cora Roger’s silent for a long time, smirking at me, making me answer. “I make no promises,” I reply after a long moment, shaking my hair back in a lofty way that makes him laugh. “But seriously, what is it?” “Well,” Roger sighs, letting his shoulders drop and looking at me squarely now
I pull back from Roger, staring up at him, trying to ascertain whether or not he’s serious – But the moment I see the big wicked grin on his face I scowl and smack him on the chest, knowing that he’s teasing me. “No, Roger,” I growl. “I still want it to be right! I’m not going to just let you bi
Cora When I blink my eyes open, I gasp a little at the gorgeous sight before me. Ocean stretches as far as the eye can see in front of me – and there, at the horizon, just the tiniest sliver of a sun can be seen, finally taking its own rest below the horizon. I look to my left and right and
“Oh!” I say, and then I start to laugh. He sits up and laughs with me, even though he doesn’t know what’s funny. “What,” he murmurs, taking my face in his hands like he can’t resist and kissing me again between words, “what’s so funny?” “It’s just so cute,” I whisper, still giggling. “Usuall