Ella A few hours later our entire party is gathered in the forest close to midnight, sipping champagne and mingling quietly as we wait for the hour to be right for Jesse’s baptism. We have a priestess here as well, of course, though this one is much more thoroughly vetted than the last. I’m in i
“I’ll keep him warm and safe,” Henry says, giving us a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.” “We will,” Sinclair assures him, running a hand over Rafe’s dark head before turning back to the priestess. “I can’t believe you’re going to take my little baby into the forest without me,” Cora whispers, her voice
Ella The pool we approach is wide and expansive – more of a large pond, or even a lake, really, shining below the open sky. I tilt my head curiously at I look at it, remembering Cora describing the pool as small and well tucked away in the forest. This one… Well. Maybe it’s different every time
And so I watch, and my joy deepens when I start to realize that next to Jesse and Rafe, in every vision as they grow older, there’s a little girl too – A little girl with a heart-shaped face and rose gold hair – between her brother and her cousin at all times, laughing with them, fully engaged wit
Ella “Ella, you can’t just demand –“ But I glare at Sinclair, slicing my hand through the air and shaking my head as I realize that he can’t hear what I’m hearing. And the first thing that comes to my ears… Is a laugh. “All right, little daughter,” a soft voice says, and I instantly recogn
Ella Cora wipes at her face with the palms of her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I just…I kind of flipped out.” “The vision wasn’t bad,” I say, “I promise it wasn’t. And we get it – if you came out of the baptism ceremony looking like you’d jumped into the pool? I’d have freaked out too!” “Ye
Ella “Kinda wish I knew what Rafe’s power is going to be now,” I murmur as we lift Rafe’s carrier out of the car early the next morning. Cora and Roger stayed up in their room for a few more minutes, but they came downstairs much more cheerful and ready to celebrate. I watched them carefully a
“Well, that I won’t contest,” Sinclair says, grabbing me to his half-naked body the moment I step through the door. “Wise man,” I say, lifting myself on my toes for a kiss. Sinclair gives it to me – a long, lingering one, and then he pats me on the ass before reaching for some pajama pants. Ther