#Chapter 305 – Sister Talk

Ella

It feels like my sister has been gone with my baby for…hours. But in reality I know that it has been, at best, maybe half an hour. Still, while the rest of us mill around the dark forest, drinking champagne and waiting, I can’t keep myself from continuing to glance anxiously

into the darkness.

What’s keeping them? Why won’t they come back?

“Patience, trouble,” Sinclair says behind me and I sigh. Without looking at him, I lean back against his chest and raise my champagne flute to my mouth, taking a little sip.

“Those are two words that don’t go together, and you know it,” I mutter, frustrated.

His warm chuckle resonates against my back as he wraps an arm–around me. “Only you would try to rush a goddess.”

“She’s my mom!” I huff, looking up at him as I cross my arms. “I’ll rush her all I want.

Sinclair laughs again and shakes his head at me. “Let Cora and Roger have this time with Rafe.

It’s special for them too.”

“I’m dying to know if they’ll see anything about his future,” I say, looking back at my mate with a wide smile. “Do you think they will?”

“If I had to put money on it?” Sinclair says, contemplative. “Considering who Rafe’s grandmother is? Then…yeah, I think they’ll get a glimpse. But don’t push them too hard on it, Ella,” he advises. “It’s their experience as much as his. If they choose to keep it to themselves, that’s their right.”

“Oh, yeah, whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes. Fat chance I’m letting Cora keep secrets about my son’s future from me. As my mind goes wild with the possibilities, I see something flicker in the darkness. I stand up straight, eager, peering into the darkness. I feel Sinclair do the

same behind me.

her arms, coming through the trees, Roger’s arm warm around her shoulder.

all three of

broad smile as we meet beneath the trees, happily handing my baby over into my waiting arms. I coo a little greeting to him, doing a little check down the bond to see that he’s fine. When I’m satisfied that he’s happy and

says rea*suringly. “No problems, he

He’s tired, I’m sure, even though he’s always up at this time of night

Roger, putting an arm around me. “Come on, sis,” she says. Let’s go get a gla*s of champagne

little group of family and friends, everyone lets out a little cheer and raises their gla*ses to us, a gesture that fills me with warmth. It is so wonderful to see this milestone in my child’s life celebrated so. I lean down and give my baby a little kiss on the head as Sinclair hands Cora and Roger gla*ses of champagne and then comes

is he?” Sinclair murmurs, leaning

magnificent, as usual,” I

Sinclair asks, raising an amused eyebrow at me.

banshee.”

my mate. “That does nothing to take away from his perfection. He’s

head at me a little and then turns to

closer to us.

ask leadingly,

you know that it’s a private affair, what happens between a child, his godparents, and the goddess on the night of his

Roger,” I warn, narrowing my eyes at him, “if you

you

the rest of

teeth at me playfully, leaning forward. “Ah, Ella, but don’t you see? Now I have the power to torture you, as I have information you want, and I’m going to make you pay through the

impa*sively, turning to my sister. “Well?” I ask, my question directed only to

unable to keep her lips from twitching. “We just saw the normal sorts of things for

face falling, glancing between her and the

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