Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 265 To the Temple

Ella

As soon as the boat pulls up to the dock, I’m by the gangplank, eagerly waiting for the sailors to lowes it. One of my hands rests on the underside of my swollen belly, holding my child close. The doctor that Sinclair assigned to come with us examined me the moment we stepped foot onboard after our trek home from the desert and confirmed that Rafe’s heartbeat is still there, though fainter than he’d like.

I need to get of this boat, now, I think, my eyes wide as I watch the sailors hurry to lower the plank so that I can scurry off of it. I have a job to do, and the sooner it’s done, the sooner I can rest.

Stop, my wolf begs inside of me a word I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say. She’s usually run!, or fly! or go! Never stop, caution, wait. But today, I can feel her pacing inside me, worried.

We are weak, she cautions. The pup…

I can’t, I growl back at her, impatiently watching the plank finally touch the dock next to us. We have a job to do – we have to help everyone survive

“Ella!” Cora calls, running out of the boat’s small cabin. “Ella, wait!”

I turn to her, my face fierce. “Either come with me or stay here, Cora,” I warn, my eyes flashing. But you can’t hold me back –”

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“Ella,” she says, grabbing my arm as I put my foot on the gangplank, ready to rush forward.” Please, you barely made it out of the desert – you are not well enough for this – your doctor ordered you onto bedrest weeks ago – he told you to walk no more than forty minutes a day! You’re risking your health, your child!”

I don’t get to that temple and deliver the Goddess’s gift?” My eyes fill with tears and my lip trembles as I look my sister in the eye, my hand still pressed against my poor child. “Are their

can see her guilt as she utters the word. “At least, to

her hand. “Don’t watch. But you can’t

But I can’t not not anymore, not

footsteps following me. When I stand firmly on the dock, I turn, my eyes going wide when I see Cora hurrying after

when her feet too hit the

alone,” she protests. “If you insist on

lighter now that I have my sister at my side. I turn and

voice call out behind us, but neither of us turn. If

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me, and damn it – weak or not – I’m faster than him. Cora and I pick up our pace, determined

others are in total ruin. Whole neighborhoods which I used to walk through are demolished, their beautiful tree–line streets ripped

can get there….damn it, but I can

the way here. My anxiety kept it light, kept me from the dream state that would have allowed me to speak to Sinclair if he, too,

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given me

baby is the one paying the price of all of this. It’s the cause of all of my anxiety, the only thing that I thought about during the long

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