#Chapter 447- Reception Ella

Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party.

I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we can’t ignore our duties entirely. But it’s much, much easier when Cora and Roger are the ones who work their way around the room, greeting all of their guests and thanking them for their attendance.

I smile as I sip at my soda during a break in the dancing, watching as Roger holds Cora close to his side as they chat to some people I don’t know old friends of Cora’s from med school, I think.

“He hasn’t kept his hands off her all night,” Sinclair says, laughing a little. I grin up at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, glancing down at his own arm wrapped firmly around me.

“What can I say,” he murmurs, grinning down at me. “You’re very touchable.”

Rafe, resting sleepily against my chest, gives a little squeak that makes us laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sinclair says, lowering his head to kiss Rafe’s soft hair. “You’re very cute too, I haven’t forgotten.”

Rafe grumbles a little but relaxes, his eyes drifting closed against me.

my little baby. “Do you think the party will miss me too much if I

and I roll my eyes a little at his flattery, “but I’m

good time – like I knew she would. Cora always thinks she doesn’t want a fuss until she gets it, and then she’s

relax for a moment, me considering my escape, but then I feel Sinclair go stiff beside

ask, peering up at

murmurs, his eyes on the far side of

Atalaxians.”

to say hello and to congratulate Cora, but he’s the only

ceremony and the reception in full. But earlier, when I saw that my uncle actually had

still there?” I ask, trying to stand on my tiptoes to see, but

us tonight hasn’t even attempted to give

little, keeping his eyes focused on the group of foreigners across the room, and I feel a little worry

from

an upset little squeal. I send calm thoughts down the bond to him

of people. My mate keeps his hand around mine though I stand

the problem, and I am not at

people several Atalaxian men, looking chic if rigid in their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her twin daughters pressed tight against her side. The woman looks worriedly around

to have more of the candy,” she says, looking up at Sinclair and trying to explain, clearly thinking herself in trouble. She gestures towards the little individually wrapped bars of peppermint bark

noticed that…this table hadn’t eaten theirs,” she continues, her voice tight, “and the girls, they just

the woman and her children with clear disdain, “even speak

completely in my shock at this horrible man. Seriously? He views human women

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