Ella I gasp and quickly reach out my hand to clasp Roger’s. I feel that he is just as tense as I am as we both sit on the end of the bed, staring at Cora. Leon flicks his gaze to me and gives me a very subtle shake of his head and a tiny frown. It’s a small gesture, but the meaning is clear: I abs
“Oh hey, Ella,” she says, her voice wavering a little bit, afraid. “Cora,” I say, as gently as I can. “You said you don’t remember seeing the man in the black robe after that day…but did you ever see him before?” “Ella,” my sister says, her lip starting to tremble. She turns to me, unseeing, and g
Ella Forty-five minutes later, I back out of the bedroom, snicking the door shut behind me. Then, I stand up, closing my eyes and exhaling a long breath. “Is she all right?” a voice hisses, right behind me. I leap about a foot in the air, managing to muffle my shriek as I spin to see my mate sta
“There now,” he says, kneeling down in front of me, which absurdly brings his head basically eye-level with mine. “You trust me, right?” he asks, and, sniffing, I nod vigorously. “And you know I’d never let anyone hurt or take Rafe, yes? Again, I nod. “Then, sleep, darling,” he says, lifting a ha
Cora “Um, should we go get Ella?” I ask, hesitant. Because while I do just want to spill everything right here, right now, while I feel so safe with Roger, I do know that Ella will want to hear this. And quite frankly, I don’t want to tell it twice. Roger stays still for a moment but then he star
“What is it, Cora?” I whisper, wanting to let her go at her own pace but also dying to know. “The man,” she says, looking up and meeting my gaze. “Don’t you remember him, Ella?” “I – I didn’t see him, Cora,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t see what you saw in the hypnosis. Maybe if I did – I’d h
Sinclair As Cora sits on the bed with her sister, I meet my brother’s eyes above her head and nod towards the door. He nods as well, agreeing. He places a hand on Cora’s shoulder and gives her a little squeeze before heading to the door. Ella turns towards me as I stand up, grabbing my phone and h
“Good,” I say, standing up straight and nodding, looking back to my phone to again chase down that sketch artist. “You’ll go tonight. Take Cora.” “What?!” “After she is done with the sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously. “You’ll take her to this library with you.” “Wh