Michael’s POV.
The flight home is a quiet one. We all arrived at the jet, boarded and began cleaning our wounds. Ser was silent as she watched her sister. Elora was withdrawn, silent and deep down we all know she is hurting, grieving and that kills us to see the bubbly teenager going through this.
Once we are all cleaned up, and in fresh clothes, we sit down. Ser isn’t sitting with us. Elora is sitting on her lap with her head resting against Ser’s neck. We all watch on, allowing them some privacy.
“She will make a great Donna one day and an even better mother.” Tati whispers and I turn my head to look at Tati.
“She will.” I say, and Angel squeezes my hand and I look at him. There is nothing more than I want than to get him, Alexei and Ser in bed again. But I know right now isn’t the t
