Chapter 395: By the Light of the Fire

Ella

That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his

elbows on his knees, smiling around at us.

“So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are

mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which

means…” .” he pauses here, putting his thoughts together, “that all of my

grandchildren are going to have mystical powers?”

Cora shrugs, grinning at him. “That’s what she told us,” she says, laughing a

little bit.

“Well,” Henry says, pleased, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head in

disbelief. “This saves me a great deal of worry.”

Sinclair turns to him confused. ” What? Why?”

“Because,” Henry says, shrugging, trying to hold back his grin. “Imagine if just

one of you were mated to a Goddess -born wolf, and only half of my

grandchildren had magical powers. At least this way, I don’t have to pretend that

I like the non-magical ones as much as the others.”

We all laugh at this, but I shake my head at Henry’s streak of dark humor.

Because, beneath it, we all know that it’s not true. He was always going to love

all of the grandchildren equally, no matter what.

“I wonder what your gift will be, little baby,” I say to Rafe, who is awake and

sitting up in my lap, holding my fingers in his little fists and looking interestedly

around at our group. I was very intrigued when Cora told me that all of their gifts

would vary according to their personalities – I, like her, had assumed that they

would be the same. We still haven’t figured out Cora’s gift yet, though we’ve all

be thinking.

“Rafe’s will probably be shooting lasers from his eyes,” Roger murmurs, leaning

forward to study my son. I shoot a little glare at Roger and he grins at me.

“No, he’s going to be a healer, like mommy,” I say, kissing Rafe’s head and

making him look up at me with a little baby smile. I smile back at him, unable to

help it.

“Nah, Rafe’s got a warrior’s soul,” Sinclair says at my side, leaning back in his

chair and proudly considering son. It will be something to do with that.”

“Nooo,” I say in denial, glaring at my mate now. “Rafe is gentle. His powers will

be for peace.”

“What about ours?” Roger asks, turning to Cora. “Are you getting any hints

down the bond?”

“I can’t even figure out what mine is, let

a little in

Everything

coming up roses.

Cora,” I say with my

“We’ll figure it

she says, putting her chin in her hand

gift had been healing too. Considering

a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that would

not everyone can be as gentle, and loving, and restorative

in my personality -”

me a little false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods as if

cocks her head to the side, clearly

something.

straight and looks around.

mind if Ella and I had a minute out

and start to stand up but Roger

little.

said,” Cora says, turning

time, to see if we

a little and I laugh

him, because I

right now not with everything they’ve

gives him a little shove, he

says, wrapping

taking Rafe from my arms so that Cora and

“I’ll teach you how to change a

as

then head

eagerly, moving my

can better see each other in the dim light of

said,” Cora sighs, looking down at her hands

as she goes. “She said that you could help me

now, her mouth twisted to the

it. “Do you think I’m like

deny that, but she puts up a hand to

to be

access the gift?”

I say, curious and sitting up straight.

the desert to get the gift from

need to like, do something to get it going. Some sort

ceremony like that.”

she says, shrugging.” Do you want to…give it a

hands. And then, quite quickly,

her nose to the gift

warm little nudge, and I smile as I sense her. Such

thousand shades of brown, from the lightest tawny

Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt or tied

come up with nothing.

her hands and sinking back onto the chair.

fine, as far as my gift can

likewise sinking back in the chair and gnawing

the next option. “Um,” she

could try healing you?”

ask, my

mom also said all the gifts were linked. Maybe I can…heal

doing that will allow me

say, and I hold my hand out to her. “I cut my finger

that I’ve been meaning to heal

” My gift could fix this up in

my hand in hers, closing her eyes and pushing

I

to fall into that same meditative

heal it myself.

minutes, I gasp a little when I do feel a

cut is. I see Cora

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