#Chapter 403 – An Angry King Ella

“Oh, Ella,” Cora sighs, her shoulders slumping as she sees my reaction to her words. She strides over to me and wraps me in a big hug. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs into my hair, “I shouldn’t have said it like that.” “No,” I sniff, you’re right – I should have listened – ”

“It’s okay. You didso goodby her,” Cora says, loosening her grip and turning me towards the little girl asleep in her bed. “She wasn’t going to make it, Ella,” Cora whispers as we look down at the girl. “Not even a few more days maybe not even through the night. And look at her now.”

Tears are streaming freely down my cheeks now. “She’s perfect,” I murmur, and Cora nods.

“So, you did a good thing,” she sighs, wiping at my tears in her own brusk way, “but we still haveworkto do. All right?”

in my hands and start

keep crying all the time.” “I can’t help it,” I sniff, looking up at her and wiping again at my tears, which just seem to keep coming. “Do you think…if these kids don’t have a home,

little push between the shoulder blades to keep me moving.

to save and keep and raiseallthe children away, though it is very difficult. We

my sadness as I look down into his perfect little face. ” Should we bring home about a dozen new orphan siblings for

tonight, so it’s just me and Rafe in the car with him. Conner surprises me by driving

say, leaning forward curiously. “So

Luna,” he says, flashing me a smile. “You should…” and I hesitate here, not really knowing what to say. “I should what?” he asks, curious. “Well, I know

about it, Luna,” he says, meeting my eyes with a very genuine smile. “I promise I will.” And then we both nod at

pocket and, when it reaches the second floor, I’m very surprised to find us in the hallway where my personal rooms are. “Oh,” I say, my eyebrows arching almost to my hairline. “Well, that’s terribly convenient, isn’t it?” “Only the best for our Queen,” Conner says, gesturing forward so that I can step

was going to come and hang out with me and Sinclair? I wave goodbye to him and wish him a

handle that, right? As long as I don’t fall asleep on my feet first. But when I push open the door to our suite, I can tell already that Sinclair is mad. Frowning, I close

he gestures to the darkness outside the window. “You were

baby over to the arms he holds

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