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

word for the rest of the hour-long

deep into the

the car slows down and

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

anywhere.

a dirt trail honestly, the past

it…where?” I ask, looking around at

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, in front of us, the earth just…opens, sliding upwards like the jaws of some great creature and revealing beneath it

murmur, my eyes going wide as I stare into it.

Sinclair corrects, shooting

drive into the entrance and start to drive down a steep incline

my little mate,” Sinclair murmurs, turning to the window to hide his

hand on Rafe, who stops screeching and looks around in wonder at the sudden change of color, “so imagine what I would have done if he was trying to entomb

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 moved in a

perhaps a little bit

space 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.

underground?”

Sinclair replies, “for safety. Though there

if we deem

I lift Rafe’s carrier with me as I back out of the cat and

I follow my mate and our two guards through

the entire structure is very military As we walk through the hallway

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

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