#Chapter 486 – Mothers and Fathers

Ella “Ella, you can’t just demand –“ But I glare at Sinclair, slicing my hand through the air and shaking my head as I realize that he can’t hear what I’m hearing. And the first thing that comes to my ears… Is a laugh. “All right, little daughter,” a soft voice says, and I instantly recognize it as my mother. “I stopped there for a reason, but if you get out of my pool, I’ll give you one more.” I narrow my eyes at the moon but do as the Goddess bids, stepping out of the pool. “I ended there because I do not know the outcome,” she says, her voice sorrowful. “His mission will be…his own. But, I do know this…” And I reach out and put a hand on Sinclair’s arm, very tense. I gasp a little as a new vision forms – very fleeting, very brief – But in it, Jesse is an old, old man – wrinkles crinkle around his eyes as he smiles down at a child in his arms – His grandchild, or maybe his great-grandchild – or maybe not a child of his blood at all, but certainly one he loves very, very