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

but I have Sinclair at my side now to keep me safe and I’m free

again.

head, my voice trembling a little.

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

will,” he promises, drawing me close and placing a single kiss on my hair: “But we have to

move

I say, zipping myself back up a little and squaring my shoulders as

at the bunker,” he says, shaking his head a little bit and

it from our faces and hands? But

to pack the

Rafe’s changing station with Sinclair in

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

the essentials – a bit of our

diapers and changing essentials as we can fit. Neither of

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

to keep him close.

horrible day largely

a few minutes and head for the

shattered off

passing through and not even looking

of our

close behind him. “But we can improvise,

we hurry down the stairs, not wanting to leave my

a second.

the doorway with a backpack over his shoulder,

boxes of whatever they could quickly gather from

murmur, tugging Sinclair into the living room quickly, where

finished, the group of us move out of the house. Sinclair, the baby, and I move towards

moves towards another. There are second

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

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