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.
Ella I gasp, my hands again flying to my mouth – His pup – his – “Oh my god,” I murmur, my eyes flashing to Cora’s shocked face – But before I can do anything, say anything else, Roger leaps forward, grabbing Cora hard by the arms. She screams, terrified, and I can see the very real s
“Cora,” Roger breathes, shaking his head, his face full of grief. “Cora, I’m so sorry –“ “It’s okay,” she murmurs, her hands still shaking. He crosses to her in a few steps and takes her face in his hands, staring down into her eyes. “You’re – you’re all right? God, Cora, if I hurt you – I’d
Cora I don’t really notice when Ella leaves. I’m too busy crying. I think I scare Roger again when I start, because it’s just a few tears at first, but then suddenly I’m blubbering against his shoulder because it feels like every single emotion I’ve ever had – every single one – is racing throug