Accidental Surrogate

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 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 moment of it – but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and I’m free to be vulnerable again.

“I’m not okay,” I say honestly, shaking my head, my voice trembling a little. Sinclair looks

steadily into my eyes, listening. “But I will be.”

a single kiss on my hair: “But

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

shaking his

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

need to pack the essentials and get downstairs.”

heading to Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in tow,

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

”

–

rumbles a little but we both move on quickly, heading together to

of our clothing, and Rafe’s, and

changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of us

other needs both hands. It is an instinct,

keep him

horrible day largely unscathed, we are both,

head for the bedroom door –

is shattered off its hinges.

we need anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and not even looking at the

of

close behind him. “But

taking my hand as we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my side for a

at the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group of soldiers next to him

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

group of us move out of the house.

towards another. There are second

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

place for this

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