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

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

again.

head, my voice trembling a little. Sinclair looks

into my eyes, listening. “But

close and placing a single kiss on

move

my shoulders as

his head a little bit and

of it

– we need to pack the essentials and get downstairs.”

station with Sinclair in tow,

wipe my own face. “To think, when I bought these,”

laugh rumbles a little but we both move on

essentials – a bit of our clothing, and

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

when the other

to keep him

out of this horrible day largely

minutes and head for the bedroom door – which I suddenly

is shattered off its

asks, passing through and not even looking at

of our

I shrug, following close behind him. “But we

as we hurry down

a second.

the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder, a group

carrying boxes of whatever they

living room quickly, where I grab

of us move out of the house. Sinclair,

Roger moves towards another. There are second cars

the plan, trusting

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