Accidental Surrogate

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 371-Unleashing the Flame

Ella

I fall into a little daze as I watch Hank work, as I hold my sleeping baby in my arms. It’s not that I’m not paying attention –

it’s just that…I don’t really understand what they’re doing or saying, so to me it’s all just quiet repetitive work.

I do pay attention, of course, when Hank deems Cora patched up enough to roll her over onto her side so that they can

perform an ultrasound. Cora gives a low moan when the nurses move her, a sound which at once pains me and gives me

a little thrill of hope. Because as much as I hate to hear my sister in pain –

Damn it, at least it means she’s alive. I watch carefully as the nurses hold her still, as Hank expertly spreads some clear

jelly on her stomach and then begins to search for a heartbeat. Then I bury my head in my hand a few moments later

when he finds it – a fast, faint fluttering of noise. My little niece or nephew, still fighting for life.

I drag my hand away from my face a moment later to see Hank nodding to his nurses and Cora lowered back on her belly.

Then, Hank turns to me, pulling off his gloves as he crosses the room and falls into a crouch so that we can be almost

face-to-face while I stay seated.

“You saw?” he asks, looking up at me a little from his lowered place on the floor. “Yes,” I reply, nodding sharply. “The baby

is alive, but – ”

“Right,” he says, glancing back towards Cora. “It’s – it’s not preferable, obviously, for a mother to be so gravely wounded

so early in a pregnancy. Frequently the body will decide…” he sighs and shakes his head, trying to come up with the right

words. He looks up at me as he finishes his thought, “the body will sometimes decide, Ella, to prioritize the mother.”

“So miscarriage…” I say, looking over at my sister.

“There’s a higher risk of it right now, yes. Ella,” he says again, his voice curious now, drawing my eyes back to him. “Did

Cora ever mention to you the possibility…”

nodding, knowing where he’s going with this. “I can do it, Hank but, the people who

realizing that he’s not going to understand what I’m

and the God of Darkness. “As we were getting away they they

to heal her in the car, but I

going up in surprise. “So you can –

wounds like that -”

little disturbed by his curiosity about the gift when we should be concentrating

What, really,

forgiveness. “I’m

medicine like that – it’s a

out a little sigh and nod, my eyes moving

standing up to his feet and looking at Cora himself. “It would help Cora,

know a lot about wolf

Is there anyway to get around this? Perhaps one of the priestesses of the Goddess, your mother?

Ask for

to him suddenly as I realize that – that

say, getting quickly to my feet and looking around the room. “Can I

please?”

in the corner of the room.

“I’m going to run some tests,” he murmurs, taking a deep breath

update each other, if we

then carry Rafe over to the little computer in

search for the contact information of the temple in the center of our city, hopping

something to help.

Sinclair

in front of him, his teeth bared in determination as he sends a

Roger, in mid- leap, takes the hit first, yelping and turning away as the fire burns him, singing

it gets deep enough to actually hurt

into one of pain as I turn my back to the fire but feel

deep and searing touch that’s gone

my men behind me likewise taking the brunt of the flame, I

back to Roger’s

as he glares at us. “I

are left -”

step towards him. “Or else you’d have done

– frustration, I think, in being caught out. Roger, understanding my

and begins to prowl