Ella “We have to go,” Sinclair commands, looking at his brother and then at me, both of our eyes trained on him. “To one of the bunkers. Where we’re better prepared for a siege, if need be.” I don’t know what he means – not entirely – but I just give my mate a single nod, agreeing to his plan, t
We’re done packing in only a few minutes and head for the bedroom door – which I suddenly realize is shattered off its hinges. “Do we need anything else?” Sinclair asks, passing through and not even looking at the splintered remains of our entry. “Probably,” I shrug, following close behind him.
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 de
The driver pulls us into the next free space and Sinclair and I quickly unbuckle our seatbelts and prepare to get out of the car. The other car pulls up next to us and I see Sinclair’s men likewise on the move. “Is it all underground?” I ask, looking around. “Most of it,” Sinclair replies, “for
Sinclair I know the moment that Roger arrives at the bunker because he’s loud as hell, making sure that we all hear him pounding through the metal hallways. I wince a little, groaning and reminding myself that though metal is secure, it is loud. Roger’s angry footsteps pound down the hallway tow
“What’s wrong?” I ask, suddenly knowing that something is truly, deeply wrong – as if I didn’t know it already, from her absence the past five days, her unwillingness to return Roger’s calls. “What’s wrong with me,” Cora gasps, bringing her hand to her face as she studies me. “Ella – you’re covere
Ella My hands fly to my mouth, covering it in an attempt to hide my shock, but it’s not enough – Cora can see my every emotion in my eyes and my body, which has gone still with shock. And as she takes me in, seeing that my own thoughts are trending towards her worst fears – That Roger is, indee
And then, slowly, we come back to each other. And honestly, like rain, the laughter brought a little peace. I can see it in her face now, that she believes me, that she knows that whatever happens she still has her sister on her side. And even at the worst, we’ll still find something to laugh at.