#Chapter 332 – 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 a*sured. “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

I have Sinclair at my side now to

again.

my head, my voice trembling

into my eyes, listening.

he promises, drawing me close and placing a single kiss

move

zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his

wipes? To get the worst of it from our faces and hands? But

we need to pack the essentials and get

little, heading to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow, tugging a few baby

mate before grabbing some to wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,” I murmur, “this is not the task for which

little but we both move on quickly, heading together to the closet

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

diapers and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of us put Rafe down

pa*sing him between our arms when the other needs both hands. It

to keep him

much as we came out of this horrible day largely

a few minutes and head for

shattered off its

Sinclair asks, pa*sing

of our

following close behind him. “But we can

we hurry down the stairs,

a second.

for us at the doorway with a backpack over his

carrying boxes of whatever they could quickly gather

tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I grab it

of us move out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and

towards another. There are second

fill. I don’t ask about the

in place for this kind

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