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“And you, friend,” she says, sighing a little in relief that looks like it was a long time coming. “We were all going crazy when we didn’t hear from you for so long and we got some of the details, but no one really knows what happened? Some kind of…attack?” ” It’s an insane story,”…

“I just want you safe, trouble,” he murmurs in apology, kissing my hair and then dipping his head to press his cheek to mine. “I know,” I sigh. “I promise,” I say, turning in his arms and taking his cheeks in my palms, “the moment I feel anything strange, I’ll leave. Absolutely promise. All right?”…

As quietly as I can, I turn over and slide open the drawer by my bedside table, pulling out the cellphone that I haven’t had for weeks since we’ve been away in the bunker. I flick it on and then quickly pull up a familiar name in my contacts and send off a text: Isabel!…

” How could he not be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at me but then shrugs. ” Every tyrant was once a well-loved little baby whose mother thought they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry him over to his poor…

I just,” I consider it for a moment, shaking my head. “I don’t know. I’m not going to be able to get used to people calling you King.” “Will you be able to get used to people calling you Queen?” he asks, brow arched. I laugh up into his face at the ridiculousness of it….

“And where is all of Rafe’s stuff? His changing table – his bassinet -” And I squeal a little bit as I see her figuring out our surprise. “We decided,” Sinclair repeats, “that it was time for a ratherbigchange.” Cora stares at us confused. But Roger gasps, putting it all together faster than his mate….

Ella A few days later, after Sinclair and I have had some time to dwell and consult and decide, we invite Roger and Cora over to our little house early one morning. We’re both standing out front waiting for them, Rafe all dressed up in blue and white in my arms. I grin down at…