Cora glared at Roger, her arms crossed, as he practically rolled with laughter inside the RV, doubling over so hard he had to lie back on the white leather cushions of the kitchenette. "I still don't see what's so funny," Cora snapped. I wrapped my arm around Sinclair's waist, grinning widely and listening to the furious rain pouring on the RV.

My mate chuckled, also enjoying the scene. "It's just too good, Cora!" Roger said between laughs, as his father shook his head, smiling, and rolled away into the living area with Rafe in his lap, clearly wanting to avoid his daughter-in-law's wrath. "What!" Cora snapped, and I covered my mouth to hide my laughter at her growing anger. The rain intensified, now mixed with hail.

"It's just," Roger said, struggling to sit up and wiping a tear from his eye, "we had no idea you could control the weather— " another burst of laughter—"but you wanted me so badly that you created a hurricane—" he roared with laughter again—"just to trap me in a motel so you could get me in bed!"

"Oh my god!" Cora snapped, blushing crimson and striding forward to smack him on the arm, which only made him laugh harder.

I had to bury my face in Sinclair's shoulder. As much as I wanted to support my sister, Roger was totally right. And it was hilarious. Sinclair wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight, openly laughing and watching the scene unfold.

"It's true!" Roger continued as the wind howled, shaking the RV slightly with Cora's embarrassed rage. "For heaven's sake, Cora—you didn't have to nearly drown us to get me in bed! A little light rain would have done it. You could have just given us a flat tire—"

Growling and still blushing, Cora climbed onto the kitchen bench seat, reaching out to smack Roger again, but he scooted away. "Shut up!" she muttered. "Or I'll strike you with lightning next!"

"Do we even need that kind of foreplay, Cora? You're already pregnant—"

Cora emitted an enraged, embarrassed shriek and began swatting at Roger, sending us all into howls of laughter. My whole body shook against Sinclair's as I gave up pretending and laughed so hard my sides hurt. Because, as much as Cora hated it, Roger's assessment was perfectly accurate—she was so emotionally pent up, and loved him so much, that it must have activated her gift that day. The storm wasn't sent by some dark force; it was Cora's dramatic way of creating a space where she and Roger could be alone and face their truth.

The wind and rain subsided as Roger pulled Cora into his lap, pinning her arms to her sides so she couldn't hit him anymore, though I'm sure he didn't feel any pain. He spoke to her softly, still laughing and teasing her in the way she needed, but also letting her know that he thought she was amazing and marvelous, and that if he'd had the same power, he'd have done the exact same thing weeks earlier.

"Precisely right," Cora growled, pressing close to him and nudging his cheek with her nose in a wolfish way. "You're just jealous of my powers." "Yes, little demigoddess," he murmured, kissing her forehead but still grinning. "I'd have frozen you away in a little igloo jail made entirely of ice until you gave in to me—" "Do you think I can do that?" she asked, lifting her head and looking at him eagerly.

"I mean, rain I can obviously do, but do you think I can do ice as well?" "Well, you just made it hail," he said with a shrug. "I did?" she gasped, looking up at the ceiling. "I, for one," I said, raising my voice to remind them we weren't alone, especially as I saw Roger's hand straying lower on Cora's waist than usual in mixed company.

Cora and Roger turned to me, curious, and I smiled widely, still excited that my sister had discovered her gift. "Well?" Cora asked, grinning. "I think you probably can do ice," I said, cocking my head. "Do you remember that awful night the faux priestess froze me to the floor? When Mom unlocked my gift, I was able to melt the ice. And that has nothing to do with healing powers, so," I shrugged, looking at Sinclair. "Maybe it's the crossover Mom was talking about? How all our gifts are connected, but we can only do a little of what each other can do?"

"Interesting," Cora murmured, looking down at her hands as if she could read the magic there. Then she held her hands out towards Roger, fingers splayed. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly. "Trying to freeze you," she murmured, concentrating. "What!" he gasped, smacking her hands away, which made her laugh. "Well, I would have stopped," she said, rolling her eyes, "before I gave you frostbite. Or killed you, or whatever."

"Let's not experiment with that too much," he murmured, looking at her like she was a little crazy. "Don't laugh at me so much," she said, leaning closer and giving him a wicked grin. "And I won't be tempted to." Roger snarled and grabbed her chin, planting a solid kiss on her mouth, and Sinclair sighed and turned me away. "Do you think," my mate murmured in my ear, "that we can sneak in and steal the bedroom while they're distracted—"

"Not a chance!" Roger shouted from behind us. I laughed and groaned as Roger scooped Cora into his arms and carried her to the back of the RV, both of them cackling victoriously. Sighing, I leaned back against my mate and glared at the couch, which shifted into a queen-sized bed—neither big enough for both of us nor very comfortable. "Guess you're stuck out here with me," Henry said, wheeling over and grinning.

"Oh, we don't mind that," I said, smiling warmly at him, hoping he didn't misinterpret. "After all, you can wake up with little Mr. Fuss," I cooed, leaning down to smile at my baby, "when he gets up at 2 a.m.! For absolutely no reason!" "More than happy to," Henry agreed, tickling Rafe's belly and making him laugh. "Any time." I bit my lip, taking Sinclair's hand, loving how connected Henry and Rafe already were. Family was everything to me now that I had it. I was incredibly grateful that Cora and I had been embraced by people who loved us so much. "Come on, trouble," Sinclair sighed, starting to make the beds. The wind picked up outside, and lightning struck nearby. We ignored it, not allowing ourselves to consider what it meant. "We've got a long road tomorrow."

And I sighed as I helped him, because I knew it was true. And I wasn't looking forward to the return to the highway and everything that awaited us at home.