Cora picks up the third call and I narrow my eyes at her even though she can’t see me. I can tell she was screening my calls and only picked up because I’d never, ever triple-call her unless something had happened.

“Ella?” I hear her worried voice say, “what’s wrong?”

“Where are you, Cora,” I demand, letting my tone tell her not to fight me.

“What -”

“Where. Are. You.”

“I’m I’m at the clinic -” she says. “What’s happening?”

“We’re sending a car for you at the clinic, now,” I say, glancing at Sinclair, who nods to me to let me know he’s on it. “Get in it immediately, Cora. Don’t speak to anyone else. Don’t ask any questions.”

“Ella,” she hesitates, her voice wavering. “I can’t-

“This is not a request, Cora,” I growl. “They came for him. They tried to take Rafe. We are sending, a car for you, and you are getting in it.”

I hear a sharp intake of breath from her side of the line, and then a moment of hesitation, and then she agrees. “All right,” she says, and I can almost see her nodding anxiously. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

I exhale a deep breath of relief and nod. “Okay. I love you, Cora,” I say, my voice wavering a little.

“I love you too,” she replies, with I don’t know what regret? In her voice?

But before I can ask more, she hangs up.

“The car is five minutes from her,” Sinclair murmurs, squeezing my hand again. “We’ll get her. It

will be fine.”

my head back against

for the rest of the hour-long

deep into

slows down and Sinclair sits up in

know that we’ve arrived because really, it doesn’t look like

anywhere.

of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past five minutes have been a very uncomfortable ride and Rafe let us all know that

I ask, looking around

says, and nods to the driver, who presses a button on the ceiling of the car, one of the buttons usually reserved for a garage door opener. And then my mouth drops open as, in front of us, the earth just…opens, sliding upwards like the jaws of some great creature and revealing beneath it a metal tunnel

murmur, my eyes going wide as I stare into it. “That is

cool,” Sinclair corrects, shooting me

as we drive into the entrance and start to drive down a steep

to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s

screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine what I would have done if he was trying to entomb

the passage opens out into a wide space, like a large underground car park. There are a few more

another inhale of breath, feeling suddenly quite safe, if just for the moment. I hadn’t realized that I was waiting for that but, perhaps a little bit of me was expecting another blindside on the ride. It is good, honestly, to be here,

the next free space and Sinclair and I quickly unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to get out of the car. The other car

the move.

all underground?”

there are some

deem it safe

as I back out

our two guards through the entry that leads to the bunker

grimace when I see that the entire structure is very

pass and note that the walls, floor, and

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