3rd Person The hours pass slowly for Dominic Sinclair as he sits at his mate’s side in the post-surgical suite, willing her to live. Her hand is held tight within his and his eyes are trained on her face, watching her eyelashes flutter every minute or two. Her chest raises and lowers slowly, sha
Sinclair growls a little, irritated, but then does as his brother asks and turns towards the television. To his surprise, it’s an image of Cora. Sinclair blinks, paying more attention now to the words that scroll across the screen, to the picture of Cora glowing with a bright white light, her claspe
Sinclair The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions? “How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him. “The same,” I m
“Go,” I command, not looking at them. “I do this alone.” I hear them murmur something to each other and then slip from the room, closing the door behind them. I take a long moment, then, to look at my mate. To lean forward, pressing a kiss to her precious forehead. “I’m coming to meet you, trouble
Sinclair I throw out my hand, grasping for her arm – her skirt – anything – as she disappears from my sight in a blink. A growl grows in my chest. God damnit, why can’t she just stay still? I put my hands in my pockets and look around at the familiar dream forest, this place we’ve come so many time
My eyes fly open and I draw a deep breath, pulling my face away from hers – needing to see, but desperately scared that if we stop – if I interrupt this, that she’ll fade away –But no. I freeze, my arms wrapped tight around her body, pressing her to me, staring up at her shocked face which is vivid
Ella My breath starts to come short and fast now as I press my hand desperately to my stomach, seeking that connection somewhere within me. But I feel like I’m grasping through empty air, my fingers searching for any touch, any tie, and coming up empty. “Ella,” Sinclair murmurs, tightening his han
I start to push myself from Sinclair’s lap, ready to get to my feet, to head into the forest, to find my son, but Sinclair quickly pulls me back.“Ella,” he hesitates, “I don’t know if it will work –““What?” I ask, spinning to look at him and frowning. “Why not?”He just shrugs and blinks at me. “I