Ella As the startled men hurry out of the conference room, Henry turns to Cora and I, looking at us with a grim expression as we stare at him in terror. “I have made a grave miscalculation,” he informs us with a steady, regretful nod. “I am sorry, girls – I have failed you –“ “Wha – what?” I gasp
Sinclair We move quickly through the sewers, getting to our launching point in less time than I had estimated it would take. I glance at my phone, not anticipating that we’d have been able to receive any messages from our home base, but disappointed regardless. As our men range themselves on eithe
I nod, agreeing, though my wolf snarls and snaps. I run a mental hand down his ruff, asking him to steady, but he shakes me off. I frown and shake my own head, determined regardless. “Okay,” I say, yanking one of the doors open and peering down into the basement. “Let’s go.” Then I haul the other
Ella Cora and I pound down the stairs, gasping for breath by the time we reach the bottom. She starts down the dark hall, holding Henry’s phone out in front of her, its flashlight blaring through the darkness, but I cry out a little and grab her hand. She turns to me, frantic, desperate to get awa
Cora looks back as well when she sees the direction of my gaze and she gasps too. “Shit! Ella! Shit!” And then, in complete panic, she slams her foot down on the gas in an attempt to get away. But the wheels just spin beneath the car, finding no traction. And, as I watch, the two men and the pries
Ella “Ella!” Cora screams as one of the men comes around her side of the car and starts to bash at her window with a crowbar, the glass cracking and then beginning to fall inside the car. But I have no time to respond – I’m already unbuckling my belt and throwing myself into the back seat towards m
“Ella!” Cora gasps from the car and I’m instantly in motion, dashing for her – I haul the driver’s-side door open and am almost sobbing by the time I set my eyes on her – blood – so much blood – and my sister covered in it – “Cora!” I cry, reaching for her – but she’s moving away from me – and as
Sinclair “We have to get to them,” Roger snarls, moving towards a window – intending to bash it to pieces, I know – but I grab his arm as he goes, pulling him back. “The priests are not that stupid, Roger,” I say through clenched teeth. “If they can make the door disappear, they can make the wind