#Chapter 334 – Underground

Cora picks up the third call and I narrow my eyes at her even though she can’t see me. I can tell she was screening my calls and only picked up because I’d never, ever triple-call her unless something had happened.

“Ella?” I hear her worried voice say, “what’s wrong?”

“Where are you, Cora,” I demand, letting my tone tell her not to fight me.

“What -”

“Where. Are. You.”

“I’m I’m at the clinic -” she says. “What’s happening?”

“We’re sending a car for you at the clinic, now,” I say, glancing at Sinclair, who nods to me to let me know he’s on it. “Get in it immediately, Cora. Don’t speak to anyone else. Don’t ask any questions.”

“Ella,” she hesitates, her voice wavering. “I can’t-

“This is not a request, Cora,” I growl. “They came for him. They tried to take Rafe. We are sending, a car for you, and you are getting in it.”

I hear a sharp intake of breath from her side of the line, and then a moment of hesitation, and then she agrees. “All right,” she says, and I can almost see her nodding anxiously. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

I exhale a deep breath of relief and nod. “Okay. I love you, Cora,” I say, my voice wavering a little.

“I love you too,” she replies, with I don’t know what regret? In her voice?

But before I can ask more, she hangs up.

“The car is five minutes from her,” Sinclair murmurs, squeezing my hand again. “We’ll get her. It

will be fine.”

say, closing my eyes and resting my head back against the

another word for the rest of

into the

little surprised when the car slows down and Sinclair sits up

me know that we’ve arrived because really, it

anywhere.

the car comes to the end of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past

I ask, looking around at the trees on every

garage door opener. And then my mouth drops open as, in front of us, the earth just…opens, sliding upwards like the jaws

eyes going wide as

corrects, shooting me a little smirk.

and start to drive down a steep incline into the earth. “But if you’re

window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s throat

wonder at

like a large underground car park. There are a few more cars already down here, but the light layer of dust on them suggests

I hadn’t realized that I was waiting for that but, perhaps a little bit of me was expecting another blindside on the ride. It is good, honestly, to be here, underground,

to get out of the car. The other car pulls up next to us and I see Sinclair’s

the move.

it all underground?” I ask, looking around.

it,” Sinclair replies, “for safety. Though there are some living quarters that peek out into

it safe to

and I lift Rafe’s carrier with me as I back out of the cat and shut the door

mate and our two guards through the entry that leads to

when I see that the entire structure is very military As

the walls, floor, and

with shining metal What sparse

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