#Chapter 222 - The Summit Begins

Ella Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Sinclair’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spine. His warm voice rumbles in my ear, but I quickly realize he’s not talking to me. “The cities were magnificent.” He declares in a quiet, almost reverent tone. “I wish you had been able to see them, but I promise I’ll take you some day – you and your Mommy. They had things I never even imagined were real: entire territories powered on Vanarium with no need for fuel, and cars that can transform into boats or aircraft in the blink of an eye.” “Your Uncle Gabriel is clever but he’s a bit old fashioned too – some of his Alpha’s are much more interested in showing off their innovations than celebrating their history.” Sinclair continues to caress my tummy as the baby flutters in response –