Elijah’s POV
“Grandma, have you had any other visions concerning me or Emma?” I asked, and she looked at me with an unreadable expression. “I have, but none I can discuss now.” Is all she says. I look at her, trying to decipher what that look on her face means. But I don’t know, and she doesn’t say anything else.
“How about you, Amara?” I asked, and she looked at me, before she looked at grandma. “Really guys? Just spill, we can handle anything. As long as we know what’s coming.” I said, looking at Amara. I can just enter her mind, but I won’t. I promised her I wouldn’t do that anymore. And besides, its gross seeing what she gets up to with her mates.
They are very freaky, but I get it now. Since having Emma for the first time, I fully understand. s*x is amazing, and even more specia
