#Chapter 363 – Trouble, Trouble, Trouble

Ella Cora and I stand silently in the garage of the bunker, watching our mates pack their cars in preparation for their assault. Rafe is in my arms, fussing unhappily, and Henry has rolled his chair up on Cora’s other side, likewise watching tensely. “It will be finished tonight,” Henry says, nodding confidently. “I know it. The boys will finish this.” “I hope you are right, Henry,” I sigh. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep sending him off like this.” Henry looks up at me, sympathy in his eyes, but I can’t return his gaze – I’m too overwhelmed. Instead, I look down at my little red baby, who is now crying unhappily in my arms. Minutes – I know we’ve got minutes left until Roger and Sinclair leave. And I can barely take it. “Come here, mini trouble,” Sinclair murmurs, and I jump a little as I realize that he’s close to me now, reaching out for the baby. I was too lost in my thoughts. I look up at my mate, my eyes filled with tears, and si