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.”

eyes and resting my head back against

one says another word for the rest of the hour-long ride away from

deep into

surprised when the car slows down and Sinclair sits up in his seat, looking around

way that lets me know that we’ve arrived

anywhere.

comes to the end 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 he was not

looking around

on the ceiling of the car, one of the buttons usually reserved for a garage door opener. And then my mouth

going wide as I stare into it. “That

cool,” Sinclair corrects, shooting

into the entrance and start to drive down

my little mate,” Sinclair murmurs, turning to the window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s

head and putting a hand on Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine

like a large underground car park. There are a few more cars already down here, but

was waiting for that but, perhaps a little

the next free space and Sinclair and I quickly unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to get out

the move.

underground?” I ask,

Sinclair replies, “for safety. Though there are some

forest, if we deem it safe to use

as I

I follow my mate and our two guards through the entry that

that the entire structure is very military As we walk through

the walls, floor, and ceiling

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