#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

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

again.

I say honestly, shaking my head,

into my eyes, listening. “But I

close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But

move

little and squaring my shoulders as I look my mate up and down. “Um –

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head

“Maybe – baby wipes? To get the worst of it from our

pack the essentials

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

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

we both move on quickly, heading together

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

and changing essentials as we can fit.

just pa*sing him between our arms when the other

to keep him

this horrible day largely unscathed,

and head for the bedroom

is shattered off its

need anything else?” Sinclair asks, pa*sing through and not even

of

close behind him. “But

turns, taking my hand as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to

a second.

at the doorway with a backpack over

boxes of whatever they

phone,” I murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where I grab it off the

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

another. There are

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

for this kind of

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