Page 279 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“No. I’ve been trying to pick up other things.”

“Try the vent that fell,” Chris motioned to the smashed hunk of metal.

Sure enough, the vent levitated a bit before it fell back with a thunk.

“Huh, so just metal?” Cade sounded almost disappointed.

“Maybe. You have time to figure it out. Maybe it’s all earth like Bells, or just a portion. Like minerals. Metal is a mineral isn’t it?” Chris asked Violet, who nodded.

“Why didn’t they work until now?” Cade answered, switching pups with me so he could hold Elizabeth.

“Maybe they’ve been working since we mated, but today’s the only time we noticed,” I suggested.

“Oh, maybe. I’ve never looked at a table and wished it was closer to me before,” he conceded.

A knock on the door made all of us turn toward it.

“Can we come in?” Dad’s question filtered through the door, and Valeria turned to me.

“Up to you. I can kick them out and make them wait until tomorrow, if you want.”

“I can see them,” I assured her.

Valeria stood and moved toward the door, but she paused and looked around.

“Actually, let’s get you girls into another room that isn’t cluttered with debris. They can see you there.”

“Sorry,” I ducked my head, embarrassed that I couldn’t control my powers during the delivery.

“It’s never a dull moment with Salonens,” Valeria winked at me, before she opened the doors. “Alright, back up a few steps. We have a mess and we’re moving the girls and their pups to the next room. You can see them once we’ve gotten them settled. Shoo!”

Once we were settled in a room that wasn’t destroyed, Valeria let everyone file in. They were oddly subdued as they approached, and I wondered why until James asked, “Well, can we get near yet, Dr. Roswell?”

“A few at a t—” Valeria didn't get a chance to finish before everyone crowded around both beds.

“It was a good try,” I called out to her, making her shake her head and smile.

“What are the names?” Cory asked, standing between us with Leo and Lucas asleep on his shoulders, while Evie was carrying little Anna in her arms.

“Oliver Markus,” Violet said, making Dad’s eyes mist as he realized he was holding his namesake.

“Grandpa’s got Elizabeth Aurora,” I motioned to the pup grandpa was holding.

Mom grabbed onto Dad and squealed, her eyes lighting up at the name.

“And Lucien’s got Cora Isabella,” Cade answered.

Cory’s eyes lit up and he looked over at Mom smugly.

“I got a first name,” he said.

I was going to tell him we didn’t name her after him, but Cade mind-linked me before I could.

'Let him have it, My Queen.’

“There’s zero chance she was named after you, Cory,” Miguel countered.

“Cora. Cory. She’s named after her favorite uncle.”

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