Chapter 0275


    As time passes our friends start to filter out until it’s finally just the core family here – my family,


    Jesse’s family, and the new addition of my mates and Ben and Daphne. Our parents dig into the


    moreplicated questions now, asking us about the details of getting me into the Academy and


    keeping me alive there, and we all happily fill them in on the delicious details.


    As we do, mom pulls Luca aside for a moment, fussing over him and patching up his ck eye and


    his busted lip. When hees back I can tell by his smile that Luca’s likewise under mom’s spell


    now, and that he no longer has any ridiculous ideas about mom having a favorite between my two


    mates.


    Mom curls up at dad’s side on the couch, where he moved after hisst refill, probably so that she


    woulde and sit with him. They’re ridiculously attached to each other, even after all these years.


    And even if I know that I should be grossed out by how affectionate my parents are…well, honestly I


    just think it’s kind of sweet.


    The youngest Sinir kids, of course, ignore everything, but I watch with real pleasure as they


    continue to dash around the room even as the hour growste. Jackson watches them with


    fascinated curiosity, clearly wondering where the hell they get the energy. But eventually they settle


    down too.


    It’s only when the clock strikes midnight, and I’m sitting in dad’s armchair with two of Jesse’s


    siblings passed out in myp – Be sleeping blissfully, her head pillowed against my shoulder, and


    little Chase actually in puppy form stretched out over my leg, his head hanging off my knee – when


    Cora gasps and starts.


    “Oh my god,” she says, looking up at the clock. “Is it seriously thatte?”


    “No, you’re imagining it,” Roger murmurs into his ss of whiskey, clearly enjoying himself too


    much to want to go. “Have another drink, love, it’s barely five o’clock –“


    “Noooo,” she says, instantly getting up from her spot curled in Roger’sp and tugging him up with


    her. “We are getting these children home, because if we don’t they’ll never get up tomorrow –“


    “Just stay here!” my mom says, as she always does, sitting up from her ce curled at Dad’s side.


    But Cora just rolls her eyes, because she never takes mom up on her offers to stay in the pce,


    preferring to be in her own home. “Or, at least leave the children!”


    “No, stop trying to steal my kids, E,” Cora sighs, pping her hands and rousing Be and Chase


    from their spots on myp. Her other four – Jesse included – moan, knowing what that sound


    means. Chase shifts back into his little boy body so that he, too, can join in on the group moan.


    “Your mom’s right!” Roger says, hauling himself to his feet and giving a sharp whistle. “Line up,


    minions! Time for role call!”


    “What…” Jackson murmurs, ncing between me and Rafe, “what’s happening?”


    “They have too many kids,” Rafe sighs, not bothering to whisper. “So, in order not to lose them,


    Roger makes them line up in size order and march in a line, like ducklings.”


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    “Plus, they hate it,” Roger says, grinning over at Jackson, Luca, and Rafe. “And I take great joy in


    embarrassing my children. Why else have them? We had five more because torturing Jesse was so


    much fun.”


    Each of Cora and Roger’s youngest five kids moan and drag their feet, but line up they do, and I


    laugh to see them all standing there slump-shouldered, clearly tired but not wanting to go. It’s been


    an amazing night, after all.


    “It used to be worse,” Jesse murmurs, catching Luca’s eye andmunicating with his expression


    the true horror of his childhood. “They used to make us do a little goodnight song and dance, before


    I realized it was child abuse and started refusing to do it.”


    Luca bursts intoughter and so do I, remembering how cute it used to be. God, I’d been so jealous


    and had begged them to let me in on it, but Roger insisted it was a sibling-only thing. I’d cried for


    weeks.


    “Please,” Luca begs, grinning at Jesse. “Please do the song for me, just once – I’ll never tell a soul.”


    Jesse’s about to counter, to refuse to the ends of him, but Uncle Roger interrupts.


    “A-hem,” Roger says with deliberate emphasis, turning towards Jesse and gesturing towards the


    empty spot at the front of the line. “And where is my eldest, my pride, my heir and my joy?”


    Jesse squeaks and sits up straight, pressing a hand to his chest. “Dad, I am a grown up now. You


    cannot expect me to line up with the ducklings, I –“