#Chapter 394 – By the Light of the Fire

Ella That night, again around the fire, Henry leans forward in his chair and rests his elbows on his knees, smiling around at us. “So, tell me if I’ve got this right,” he says, clearly tickled by it. “My two sons are mated to two sisters, who each have the Goddess’ blood in their veins, which means…” he pauses here, putting his thoughts together, “that all of my grandchildren are going to have mystical powers?” Cora shrugs, grinning at him. “That’s what she told us,” she says, laughing a little bit. “Well,” Henry says, pleased, leaning back in his chair and shaking his head in disbelief. “This saves me a great deal of worry.” Sinclair turns to him confused. “What? Why?” “Because,” Henry says, shrugging, trying to hold back his grin. “Imagine if just one of you were mated to a Goddess-born wolf, and only half of my grandchildren had magical powers. At least this way, I don’t have to pretend that I like the non-magical ones as much as the others.” We all laugh at this, but