“If you think this is her first time crying,” Sinclair says, smirking and reaching for Rafe, “then you’re woefully mistaken, sister-in-law.” Cora laughs then as I pass Rafe off to his father and she loops her arm through mine. “Ready?” I say, sniffing the rest of my tears back and smiling. “Su
Ella Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me – because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party. I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we
But I immediately see the problem, and I am not at all surprised that my uncle is at the center of it. My eyes dart around at the people – several Atalaxian men, looking chic if rigid in their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her twin daughters pressed tight against her side. T
Ella I feel the poor human woman’s shoulders shake and I take a deep breath, remembering my duty to her as well. “Come on,” I say, trying to keep my voice light as I turn her and her daughters away. “I’m so sorry about this – let’s get somewhere more peaceful.” And as we begin to walk away, I le
“Clever,” I say, stepping closer to him and likewise looking towards the door. “Bringing someone who they knew would force you to show your cards.” “And it may not be done,” he sighs. I look up at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the bride and groom come to our sides. “Is ev
Ella Sinclair walks Cora and I swiftly back to our suite of rooms, Rafe still bundled safely in Cora’s arms. When we get there, Sinclair gives me a swift kiss on my head, already looking down the hall. “I’m going to catch up with Roger,” he murmurs. “We’ll send dad to you whenever we find him –“
“Nah,” she says, shaking her head, clearly lost in thought. “I mean, yesterday Sinclair made a very definite move in marking Rafe as his heir. It kind of makes that option null to Xander.” “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning. “Well,” she says, looking at me evenly, “even if he were to…take out S
Ella Cora spins to look at me, her eyes wide, and together we both run for the window. Cora gets there first, unhooking the latch and throwing the window open, bending out so that she can see. I lean out too, my eyes scanning the ground below. My gaze locks, instantly, on the action. A man –