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 the leather of my

rest of the hour-long ride away

deep into

a little surprised when the car slows down and Sinclair sits up

way that lets me know that we’ve arrived because really, it doesn’t

anywhere.

of what is basically a dirt trail honestly, the past five minutes

ask, looking around at the

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,

I murmur, my eyes going wide

Sinclair corrects, shooting

into the entrance and start to drive down a steep incline into the earth. “But if

to hide

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

way down the tunnel before the passage opens out into a wide space, like a large underground car park.

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, underground, where I

our seatbelts and prepare to get out

the move.

all underground?”

there are some living quarters

if we deem it safe to use

as I back out of the cat

and our two guards through the entry that leads to the bunker

structure is very military

the walls, floor, and ceiling of all of them and

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