Chapter 345 – Parting

Ella

I blink, surprised, when I hear a laugh tumble from Roger’s mouth. Honestly, I had expected anything else. Yelling? Yes. Begging? Sure. Stern orders? Absolutely.

Anything, really, except the low chuckle that falls from Roger’s lips as he leans back and puts his hands in his pockets. “I’m serious,” Cora says, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “I’m going with you. You need me.”

“Cora,” Roger says, shaking his head. “I need you, absolutely. But if you think for a second that I’m letting my pregnant mate climb into a sewer with me as part of an attack on an unknown enemy.

“Well if you wouldn’t let me do it, why on earth would I let you do it!” she counters, angry.

“Because I’m not pregnant!” Roger shouts back, angry, as if it’s obvious. Sinclair shifts a little, moving behind me – his arms still around my shoulders – so we can both watch.

“We’re pregnant,” Cora shouts, pointing between herself and him. “ This is not a me or a you kind of thing! I am not interested in single motherhood on what is essentially day two of this pregnancy!”

“Cora,” Roger sighs, putting an exhausted hand on his forehead. “This is my job. This is what we do. You can’t ask me to back away from it.”

“Why not, when you’re doing the same to me?” Cora counters, shaking her head at him, being stubborn. I bite my lip, torn between wanting to support my sister and frankly agreeing with Roger. There’s absolutely no way in hell that Cora should be going on this mission.

“What are you talking about?” Roger asks, frustrated. “I can help,” she says, pointing at herself, “I’m a doctor. You guys are going to get all torn up out there – you need me!”

mind-to-mind as I lean back against him, tense as we watch

But even if it did come to something as simple as a vote? It’s three to

will be enough to

life – what would I tell our

thought and I see him falter, no knowing how to reply. And frankly I’m torn by the idea as well

dark and sad. Let me, I reply, and I

my sister drags her eyes away from her mate to look at me. Slowly, I shake my head, “Cora, you

a little shrug. “Your argument goes both ways. How the hell would Roger feel if you got killed and your baby with you – and he could have kept

raising a hand to cover his face for a moment as he collects himself. Cora turns to look at him, surprised, I think, by the rare display of intense emotion. These Sinclair brothers – they’re so steady on the surface, but we

Roger’s shoulders, turning him back towards her and wrapping her arms around his waist. She lays her head

lips against his hair. “I’m sorry. But Cora, I promise you it will be all

to be like this?” she asks, looking up at him. “Is this what I’ve gotten myself into? Battle after battle, fight after

emotions at her question, looking up at Sinclair and meeting his eyes as he shakes his head steadily at

replies, tightening his arms around her. “I promise it will

them a moment alone. My mate takes my hand as we pass through the door and head down the hall, both of us silent, me

asks me as

over to his little makeshift

no,” I reply, straightening and looking up at my mate, who stands close to me. “It’s always horrible, Dominic. I’m never going to get used

He shushes me a little, pressing a finger to my mouth, and I nod,

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