Page 278 of Gift from the Source
A slow smile starts to spread across his face. She matches it before she…poofs. Right out of thin air in a cloud of white smoke.
Somehow, he’s ready for it.
He spins so quickly and shoots his shadows out. They latch onto her as she laughs and falls into his chest.
“Almost, little shadow. We’re going to have to work on your sneaking skills.”
Oh no.
Corentin offers me his hand and helps me off the ground. My mind races on the miracle I’m watching. “What is going on?”
“Well—”
“Prima unum.”
The other-realmly voice causes my little girl to shriek and grip me around the waist. My body whips around, ready as I hold her close to my back.
The sight before me has my knees nearly buckling.
“Elementra.”
The glowing orb grows and grows until a woman takes shape. The white dress flows to the ground and her rainbow hair that matches the swirl of the portals chases its length.
The silver eyes that flash open and meet mine are the brightest shade I’ve ever seen.
“Hello,Ultima unum.”
“What’s happening?” I whisper as my daughter slowly steps out from behind me.
There’s minimal, and I do mean the smallest amount of guilt on her face as she smiles sweetly at Elementra. Her little fingers tap on her lips like she’s trying to cover up the smirk, but it’s not working.
“Hey, grandma Elma.”
Elementra’s shoulders sag and a sigh leaves her lips. They’re turned up in the smallest of grins. “Prima unum, we’ve talked about this. I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do this.”
“You agreed. I just nodded along.”
Draken snorts and we all shoot him a glare, to which he sheepishly, unconvincingly apologizes.
“What did she do?” I ask.
Elementra’s eyes land on mine and my heart fills with her love. The love she has for me, my men, and apparently, my daughter.
“Run along,Prima unum. I need a moment with your parents.”
“See you in a few, Mommy. Bye, daddies.”
It takes considerable effort for me to let her go. My hand reaches for her the moment she skips away from me. “Bye, baby.”
“Let’s walk. There’re somethings I need to explain.”
I don’t hesitate to place my hand in her outstretched one. My men follow us silently as we prepare ourselves for whatever she’s about to say. After too long of the quietness, though, I break.
“You call herPrima unum. The First One.”
“That is correct. She is the first of many, many things.”
“Such as…”
