At midnight, we all stand around while I light the fire with great ceremony, and there are a good number of Ooohs and Ahhhs that go around the room – mostly from the kids, but also Jesse – even though it is a small, unremarkable fire – especially after the bonfire I saw this evening. As soon as it
I laugh lightly at his description, and he grins, beginning to slowly stroke my back. “Yeah, she came in about three hours ago,” he says with a sigh, glancing down at her. “She shushed me, and told me not to wake you, and then just…laid down and went to sleep. I…didn’t want her to roll over and ge
My jaw drops open and I huff a disbelieving little laugh. “Jackson, I can’t make flames.” “The flashpoint of wood is far lower than the temperature at which glass melts, Clark,” Jackson replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I narrow my eyes at my mate, not liking this smug new attitude. Or that he’
“Yes, come out!” I call, the fire blazing cheerfully behind me. Mom dashes into the room, coming over and giving us all Midwinter hugs and kisses as my dad, wearing pajamas for the one day a year when he actually lets anyone see him pajamas, comes out behind her. “I held her back as long as I coul
When mom tries to come over with more presents, I give her a little frown and shake my head, mouthing “give us a minute.” When she sees my reason why I think it takes mom every bit of strength she’s got to not come rushing to Jackson’s side and fuss over him. But, knowing that would be too much, s
“As is our right, as royal ladies,” Juniper says, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. “Not yours,” I say, laughing and flicking her nose when I stand up straight. “Underage!” “Ariel!” Juniper groans, following me as I tug Jackson eagerly towards the door. “Come on! I thought we were finall
“I don’t know yet,” Juniper murmurs, her eyes going distant as she stares off into space. “But…something big. I want to do all of it. I want…I want to do everything, feel everything. See…the whole world.” Cora lets her hand drift away from Juniper and both she and my mom look at my little sister w
“Never bet against me, Sinclair,” Jackson says with a sigh, flashing my brother a beautiful grin. “Yeah well, next year,” Rafe grumbles, narrowing his eyes. I laugh, pleased to see my brother have to deal with losing – it’s not something that happens often to him. “You’re on my team. Jesse, you’re