“No, I need it,” I whine, pouting at him. “Ella,” Cora says, unable to keep the mischief out of her eyes even though she pretends she’s serious. “I’m pregnant. I need my rest.” I sigh then, glaring at her for playing the pregnancy card. “Fine,” I growl, making them all laugh as I huff my way b

“Huh,” I say, considering what she’s saying. And I guess…well, I guess I think she’s right. That this was perhaps always the life I wanted, even if I want to pretend sometimes that I wanted a simple life. “And also,” she adds, her voice dropping lower. “I’m actually…I’m not sure if Roger isn’t my

I can’t help my own smile from crossing my face as I watch them. And then, as they stare at each other, I decide that that’s my cue. As quiet as I can, I stand up from my little camping chair and send a pulse down my bond with Sinclair. He looks up at me, curious and I nod my head first towards th

“Roger,” I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had earlier. “Hmm?” he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through my mind. “Do you think I’m your mate?” “Um,” he says, laughing a little. “Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a stupid question, “I think we’ve mad

“You did!” I laugh, gleeful, chasing my sister to the RV’s door. “You totally did! Come on, Cora! Tell me everything!” ______________________________________ We have a very cheerful morning after that, with everyone teasing Roger and Cora, and Cora blushing and covering her face with her hands a