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?”

she replies, sighing a little. “I can’t even figure out what mine

She frowns a little in frustration, even

out her joy today. Everything for

coming up roses.

right Cora,” I say with my own contented sigh,

“We’ll figure

her chin in

been healing too.

a mock haughtiness, grinning at her, “that

as gentle, and loving, and restorative as

in my personality -”

false glare, and I laugh, Sinclair nods

cocks

something.

she sits up straight and looks around. “Actually,” she says to the

I had a minute out

start

little. “Why?” he

Cora says, turning to him, “about Ella…being able

little sister time, to see if

laugh a

– but I forgive him, because I know he doesn’t want to be

moment right now not with

gives him a little shove, he sighs

new papa,” Sinclair says, wrapping an arm

from my arms so that Cora and I

“I’ll teach you how to change a

as

head

thinking?” I ask eagerly, moving my chair closer to my

we can better see each other in

Cora sighs, looking down at her hands and

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

me now, her mouth twisted to the side as

“Do you think

but she puts up

like, do I need to be healed? With your powers?

access the gift?”

say, curious and sitting up straight. “I mean, that

the gift from

to like, do something to get it

ceremony like that.”

Do you want to…give it

And

her body. Her wolf raises her nose to the gift as it passes

smile as I sense

from the

scan Cora, seeking any places that she’s hurt

come up with nothing.

hands and sinking back onto the chair.

far as

the chair and gnawing at her

on to the next option. “Um,” she says, “do

could try healing you?”

I ask, my face twisting

all the gifts were linked.

allow me to like,

hold my hand out to her. “I cut my finger

realizing that I’ve

got distracted. ” My gift could fix this

takes my hand in hers, closing

use when I access

and, importantly, not to

heal it myself.

when I do feel a very

cut is. I see Cora push and concentrate, but then,

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