Ella

There are tears in my eyes as I come out of the memory, the heady drug still swirling through my senses. I forget that I’m not alone in the room, trying to wrap my brain around the conversation I just recalled. My mind feels as though it might splinter with the weight of so many astounding revelations. I met the Goddess, and though I’d been too young to understand the things she explained to me, to realize that I was the child in the story, I’m certainly old enough now. I have a family. I think dazedly, the Goddess’s own power runs through my veins.

When the heavy silence breaks, I remember I have an audience. “Holy sh!t.” Gabriel utters in amazement.

“Did that… was that… ” Roger stammers, looking around at the other men.

“I can’t believe it.” Henry concludes, looking solemn but reverent as he strokes my brow.

Was that – was that real, or a dream?” I ask nervously, turning wide eyes to my father in law. It felt real, but years of disappointed hopes have trained me never to trust such things.

“No Ella,” Leon answers stiffly, as if he’s suddenly not sure how to address me. “That was very real.”

I clench my eyes shut, and rivulets of salt water streak down my cheeks. They wanted me”I
Murmur in awe. my parents wanted me.

“Of course they did. Henry clucked fondly, wiping a few of my tears away. How could they not?

My brother-in-law is watching us as if we’re mad, Um…is that all that stuck out to you because-“

Put a sock in it, Roger.” Gabriel cuts him off with a low growl.

“Sorry, it just seems like she’% burying the lead”

his arms over his c.hest, “Mean we just found out secrets about the whole

him of this time “Let her have this moment before we start digging

about this” Roger observes grumpily. “But

son, “Why don’t you make yourself useful and

to the joys of seeing my mate while in

my gaze over the rugged planes of his cheekbones and jaw. They’re even sharper under the effects of the drug, and his emerald eyes even more

worry lines in his brow smoothing out. “Well right back at you.”

honestly he sounds like

one speaking to a drunk toddler. Then he

mutters, and I emit an affronted scoff. “Here dearheart, listen to this while I explain to Dominic.” My phone is ready and waiting at my side, with the recording of Sinclair’s purrs cued up in case I needed to be calmed down during the session. He presses play, and the sound rumbles to life by my ear,

astounded discussion, about the God of

have a blanket?” I ask after a while, my

want when you

bossy.” I tell him, interrupted by a wide yawn. “Sugar comes from plants… that makes it

back over to me. “Stop sassing me and go

I mumble weakly, but I’m only met with purrs from both the recording and

Leon protest. “What

Sinclair’s deep voice instructs, “Tl go after her, and when she wakes she’ll come

through the trees. It’s the first time I’ve been able to

my arms and legs around

close and dropping k!sses over my

of the day?” I ask, nuzzling my nose against the bare skin of his c.hest, that special sp0t where his

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