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 leather of my

no one says another word for the rest

deep into the

slows down and Sinclair sits up in his seat, looking around in

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

anywhere.

past five minutes have been a very uncomfortable ride and Rafe let us all know

around at the trees on every

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 filled with orange

going wide

Sinclair corrects, shooting me a

and start to

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

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

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

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

unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to get out of the

the move.

underground?” I

“for safety. Though there

we deem it

with me as I back out of the cat

our two guards through

structure is

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

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