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#Chapter 492- A Gift
Ella
I go rigid at the idea of this dark god giving my daughter anything.
“No,” I gasp, attempting to push myself away from him – but I struggle to move
“Fear not, moon daughter,” he says, the corner of his lip tilting up. “I do not give curses to those who are my
chosen ones – only gifts.”
And with that shadows begin to swirl in his hand. My eyes go wide as they build and build into an orb of smoke and
shade.
“No!” I protest again, my voice a little breathless this time.
“Careful, girl,” he growls, taking a step closer, bending over me now. “If you anger me, I will not be so eager to
bestow my gift. You would not to incur my ire for your life, instead of a blessing for hers, would you?”
I cringe away from him, not knowing what to do – not knowing which will be worse-
The God of Darkness stretches out his hand over me and the shadows begin to spill down from his fingers,
surrounding me.
“A blessing,” he murmurs, “for the first granddaughter of the moon from her benefactor. Long may she live,
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The shadows, when they touch me, are soft – gentler than I imagined they’d be, like velvet or mist. When I breathe,
they flow into me through my nose and my mouth. I gasp, worried – but the smoke, it tastes faintly of…of mint, and
cool mornings, and it soothes my aching throat…
I look up at the God in wonder, tilting my head at him.
“See?” he says softly. “Not all that dwells in darkness is wicked.”
And then he smiles at me – a wayward, vicious thing – and gives another short bow before
Before he disappears.
And I blink, and the world – my room – it’s real again.
“Ella?” Cora says, abruptly in front of me now, shining a light in my eyes.
“Ella!” Sinclair gasps at my side as I blink rapidly, trying to clear my thoughts. “Are you – “he spins his head to Cora,
“is she all right!?”
“I’m – um I’m fine,” I murmur.
“Your eyes,” Cora says, dropping her flashlight and taking my face in her hands, studying me with horror on her
features. “Ella, they went all black you were frozen in place – ”
I nod, taking a deep breath, the scent of mint still clinging to the back of my mouth. As I exhale I run my hands over
my stomach and check on my bond with my daughter –
It’s still there. She’s just as strong – just as uncomfortable, ready to be born
“It’s okay,” I say, nodding to my sister, to my mate. “It – um – ” I hesitate for a moment, torn between wanting to
explain and the feeling of the next contraction coming steadily on. “It was it was really weird, all right, but right
now?” I shake my head at them, a little frantic, “I think we need to push.”
Cora snaps immediately back into doctor mode, moving down on the bed to position herself between my knees,
nodding. “All right, Ella,” she says, pulling me a little lower so that I’m flatter on my back now. “When you’re ready,
you push.”
“Ella,” Sinclair growls next to me, and even as the contraction takes hold I turn my face to him and press my eyes
shut, passing all of my emotions down our bond – my fear, and my shock, but alongside it my conviction that…that
I’m okay, right now, and so is the baby but we’ve got to concentrate on this.
“All right,” he says, his voice low as he sits up and puts his hands my shoulders. “Let’s do this.”
And, with my mate behind me, and my sister ready to welcome my little girl, I push with all my might.
Half an hour later, our little baby girl is born.
I’m inconsolable as Cora places her in my arms, the tears dripping down my face as I peer at my baby, reaching
out a finger to stroke her teeny tiny fingers, her perfect little nose. She shouts her unhappiness and shakes her little
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“She’s perfect,” Sinclair breathes, tucked close behind me, peering at our baby over my shoulder.
“She really is,” I say between gasping breaths. “Oh god, she’s so cute – ”
Cora laughs, coming to sit next to me and stroke a hand over her little head. We’re quiet for a long moment as I
press my child against the skin of my chest.
“She’s precious,” Cora murmurs, her voice almost reverent. “And I love her, and I’m going to be her favorite aunt.”
“Only aunt,” Sinclair murmurs, his voice a little dry.
“Even if she had sixty,” Cora coos, tapping the baby’s little belly with a single finger, “I’d be the best.” She leans
forward, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll give you two a couple of minute, all right? Go break the news to the drunk
ones in there.”
I turn my face up and kiss my sister as well as she scrunches her nose at me and turns to the door, taking the team
of nurses with her. Everyone did such a wonderful job – I’m so grateful to them
But honestly, as much as I want to shout my thanks out after them, all I can do is stare down at my perfect little
girl.
I lean back against Sinclair as I study her face and he wraps his arms around me, doing the same.
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