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.”

resting my head back against

the rest of the hour-long ride away from the city

deep into

surprised when the car slows down and Sinclair sits

know that we’ve arrived

anywhere.

he says as the car comes to the end of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past five minutes

ask, looking around at the trees

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

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

cool,” Sinclair corrects, shooting

entrance and start to drive down a steep

Sinclair murmurs, turning to the window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s throat out not

hand on Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine what I would

else as the car drives a long way down the tunnel before the passage opens out into a wide space, like a large underground car park. There are a few more cars already down here, but the light layer of dust on them suggests that they haven’t been

that but, perhaps a little bit of me was expecting another blindside on the ride. It is good, honestly,

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

the move.

all underground?”

there

deem it safe to

me as I back out of the cat

two guards through the entry that leads to the

that the entire structure is very military As we walk

note that the walls, floor, and ceiling of

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