Chapter 333 – Bunker

Ella

“We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.”

I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, trusting him. Roger nods as well, and I’m sure he knows more about it than I do. Sinclair shifts his gaze to the team standing wide–eyed behind Roger and nods to them. Understanding Sinclair’s command to prepare to move, they turn away, instantly in action.

Roger, however, stays perfectly still. “Cora,” he says, looking into Sinclair’s eyes, his intention perfectly clear. He won’t go without her.

“We’ll find her,” I answer, my voice assured. “She’s coming, Roger. I won’t have it any other way.”

Roger looks between us for a moment, his mouth tightening, and then nods once before turning

to leave the room to make his own preparations.

“Ten minutes!” Sinclair calls after him. “Less, if we can!” I see the back of Roger’s head nod in

understanding, though he doesn’t turn to say anything else.

Then, my mate turns his attention to me, loosening his arms around me and the baby and coming

around to look down into my face. “You’re a mess, little mate,” he murmurs, smiling a little.”

Though I have to admit that I rather like the sight of you covered in the blood of your enemies,

“Thanks,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder and pretending a casual air I don’t feel. “I hear

it’s the next big thing in fashion. Very chic.”

He laughs a little at my joke and shakes his head at me, but still looks down at me. “Are you all

right, darling?” he asks, and something about his voice – the worry in it, the need for me to be

okay, loosens the resolve in me. I feel my face fall then, my knees go a little weak –

Because, really, I can be weak now with him here. My baby needed me before – I don’t regret a

but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe

again.

not okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice

into my eyes, listening. “But I

placing a

move

back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um – all this blood

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit and

wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces

– we need to pack the essentials and get downstairs.”

with

the little container and handing them to my mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the

move

with the essentials – a bit of our clothing, and Rafe’s,

we can fit.

arms when the other needs

to keep him

came out of this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both,

packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom

shattered off

Sinclair asks, passing through and not

of our entry.

behind him. “But we can improvise,

hand as we hurry down

a second.

for us at the doorway with a backpack over

him carrying boxes of whatever they

murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I

of us move out of the house. Sinclair, the

while Roger moves towards another. There are

teams fill. I don’t ask about the plan, trusting that Sinclair and

place for this kind

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