Masuk“And what’s your name, little boy?” Alexander asked in a lower, richer voice than usual.“Jimmy!”“It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy. What do you want to find under the tree this year? Have you been a good boy?” Behind Jimmy, his mother nodded and smiled, pulling out her phone to take a picture.Jimmy ta
Ella’s POVAlexander and I visited every location on Jane’s list. The responses were much the same as the soup kitchen: they didn’t trust me. Half of them didn’t even trust Alexander by extension. Some even said we were both untrustworthy and that Brian was right in his campaign to get Alexander out
“You’ll find a list of potential volunteering opportunities on page seven,” Jane said, flipping to that page in her packet herself. “Soup kitchens, clothing drives, charity shops, that sort of thing. If you have any other ideas, I’m open to them.”I flipped to the page and scanned the list. Toward t
Ella’s POVThree days passed.Three days of routine, of taking care of Lucien, of spending time with my family and tending to my duties.Three days of nothing—in regards to the crystal, that is.I spent every waking moment of my days being as mindful as possible; I looked out for any irregularities,
“I wonder if the crystal had anything to do with the way the anesthetic wore off,” Tony finished for him. “It’s possible that the crystal, believing you were in danger, increased your blood flow exponentially. We’ll have to look into it.”“In the meantime,” Anthony went on, “let’s avoid any procedur
Ella’s POV“The crystal glowed?” I frowned, pulling my head back to look at both of the doctors. “What do you mean, it glowed?”Tony and his husband exchanged glances that gave way to the fact that they were both just as confused as I was. While Anthony pulled out his stethoscope and pressed it to m







