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

Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and

again.

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

eyes, listening. “But I will be.”

a single kiss on

move

as I look my mate up and down. “Um – all

his head a little bit and looking

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

– we need to pack the essentials

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

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

move on quickly, heading together to the closet to

essentials – a bit of our

essentials as we can fit. Neither

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

to keep him

this horrible day largely unscathed, we are both, I know,

and head for the bedroom door – which I suddenly

is shattered off

passing through and not even looking at

remains of our

behind him. “But we

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

a second.

the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder,

him carrying boxes of whatever they

living room

of the

There are

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

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