Chapter 363 – Farewell
Cora
“What?” I ask, laughing a little, thinking that he’s kidding. “What are you talking about?”
“Go see your mom,” Roger continues, giving a little shrug. “Like we did with Ella, in the desert. Honestly, I think it was kind of rude of your mom at that moment to focus all on Ella and pretend that she wasn’t your mom too
“Roger,” I sigh, shaking my head. “You can’t call a goddess rude. We were on a mission and honestly, Ella went there to speak with her mother. I didn’t know – and I wasn’t ready. She’s a goddess you have to assume that she does things on her own time. For her own reasons.”
“I don’t know why you’re being so nice about it,” Roger growls, a little perturbed. “If I were you I’d be mad.”
“Yes, baby,” I murmur, “but you’re always mad.” This earns a little laugh from him, but I continue after a moment. “It’s hard to explain it,” I say quietly. “But when I held the gift – when I gave it to the world…Roger, I felt her love for me then. It was very rich and very real. She doesn’t love Ella more than she loves me. She’s just waiting for me to be ready.”
“Well?” he asks, nudging me with his nose. “Are you ready?”
I laugh a little, again thinking that he’s not serious.
“Really, Cora,” Roger urges, pulling back a little. “I think we should do it. We have all of these questions – about you, about the baby, about her and her plans for you. Why not? When this is all cleaned up when we have a minute to spare, let’s go on a little pilgrimage to one of your mother’s temples, like we did when we went to go find Reina. Let’s go…have a chat.”
I stop laughing when I consider it – consider if I want it.
“Plus,” he adds, tracing a finger over the soft skin between my shoulder and neck. “We can ask what will happen if I give you my mark. Because my damn wolf won’t shut up about it.”
I laugh, pleased. “What does he say?”
“He says, ‘bite her! Now!”” Roger murmurs, frustrated, and I laugh harder now to hear it, considering that it must be difficult having a wolf interrupting your thoughts all the time.
“And he says it at the most frustrating times,” Roger continues. “Like when we’re just having dinner – like I’m going to jump across the table and grab you or something. Or when you’re just walking down the hall and I happen to glance at your ass. Or when you’re asleep –
“When I’m asleep!?” I gasp, laughing. Roger do not bite me in my sleep-
“I won’t,” he growls, shaking his head. “But it’s seriously annoying – he wants you to have it.” And then his voice shifts a little in tone. “I want you to have it, Cora. I want the baby to feel it too.”
“I want it,” I sigh, reaching out to stroke his face. “I do.” And then I nod, decided, as my hand goes to my stomach and I think about the baby and all the things we need to know. “All right,” I whisper. “We’ll do it. When we’re able to get back to a more normal life, when this is all fixed? We’ll go see my mom.”
“Really put the screws to her,” Roger murmurs, and I can feel his smirk. “Ask her what the hell is going on with this mark, and this crazy hybrid baby. And why those priests were following you as well as Ella your whole life.”
“Okay, well, let’s not go that far,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Honestly, Roger only you would have the idea to ‘put the screws’ to a Goddess.”
“Anyone who messes with my mate,” he growls, a little territorial but also a little kidding, “has to go through me.’
“Okay, puppy,” I murmur, patting him on the head and smiling. “Calm down.”
Roger snarls and shakes my hand away. “Call me puppy again,” he warns, shifting his body again so that he looms over me. “And I’ll put the screws to you, little mate.”
“Awwww,” I say, cooing mockingly. ” Lil puppy get mad? Not like his new name?”
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