Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 333: 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.”

I say, closing my eyes and resting my head back against the leather of

the rest of the hour-long

deep into the forest.

a little surprised when the car slows down and Sinclair sits up in his seat, looking around

we’ve arrived because really, it doesn’t look like we’re

anywhere.

–

he says as the car comes to the end of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past five minutes have been

around at the trees on

my mouth drops open as, in front of us, the

I murmur, my eyes going wide as I stare into it. “That

shooting me a little smirk.

impressive,” I continue as we drive into the entrance and start to

little mate,” Sinclair murmurs, turning to the window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s throat out

hand on Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine what I would have done if he was trying

space, like a large underground car park. There are a

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, where I hope no one can

get

the move.

underground?” I ask, looking around.

safety. Though there are some living quarters that peek out

it safe to use

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

two guards through the

structure is very military As

into some rooms we pass and note that the walls, floor, and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255