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 eyes and resting my head back against

the rest

deep into the

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

way that lets me know that we’ve arrived because really, it

anywhere.

the past five minutes have been a very uncomfortable ride

ask, looking around at the

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

my god,” I murmur, my eyes going wide

Sinclair corrects, shooting me a little

continue as we drive into the entrance and start to drive down

murmurs, turning to the window to hide his smirk, “who ripped someone’s throat out

a hand on Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder

don’t say anything 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

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

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

the move.

it all underground?”

replies, “for safety. Though there are some living quarters

if we deem it

carrier with me as I back out of the cat and

mate and our two guards through the entry that leads to

that the entire structure is very military

some rooms we pass and note that the walls, floor, and ceiling of all of

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